So many nationalities populate the earth its sometimes hard to tell where someone is from.
Especially when you live in a diverse city such as newyork.
Well the other day I was walking down soho and some random guy comes up to me and starts talking in a foreign language. He realized I could not understand and asked me if I was Arabic.
Im not Arabic, Im Haitian and Puertorican.
I think thats funny.
Especially since noone ever gets my nationality right.
People do the weirdest things when there board, in class when im board I start drawing on myself its a bad habbit, i'll just be randomly drawing and my friends just start yelling (chill!!) your gonna get ink poisoning, but seriously thats the last thing going through my mind, im just thinking about how the hell im suppose to get through class withought entertainment, yea I know grow up lollz....
Inorder to laugh at someone else your supposely suppose to laugh at your self, I've been living with this concept for most my life and today it didn't seem so helpfull.
I had a bad hair day and I decided to wear a hat and cover my hair, my friend decided she'd pull it off not knowing the kaotic mess she was about to unfold. Lucky me she chose the right spot to do it, we were infront of the whole school, people were pointing, I was so humiliated and could not laugh with them so instead I took my hat and walked away. I walked some were I new I'd be safe the library, I wanted to die. But that was then and know is know and I guess one day ill be able to go back and laugh about it. ; ) Just not today.
I had a bad hair day and I decided to wear a hat and cover my hair, my friend decided she'd pull it off not knowing the kaotic mess she was about to unfold. Lucky me she chose the right spot to do it, we were infront of the whole school, people were pointing, I was so humiliated and could not laugh with them so instead I took my hat and walked away. I walked some were I new I'd be safe the library, I wanted to die. But that was then and know is know and I guess one day ill be able to go back and laugh about it. ; ) Just not today.
^ playing with my phone^
Report
Hey READERs!!!
Today was such a waist, I was sick.
Do you know that thing called "WRITErS BLOCk"?
Well if you dont it's when writers get stuck and dont know what to write next.
They should have a name for people who get stuck in life and dont know were to go next.
Today was such a waist, I was sick.
Do you know that thing called "WRITErS BLOCk"?
Well if you dont it's when writers get stuck and dont know what to write next.
They should have a name for people who get stuck in life and dont know were to go next.
Those who never come by always looking for a place to hide, Dreams not pursued because of believing in fantasies.
Truth is fiction sucks but reality kills.
Truth is fiction sucks but reality kills.
^ The lost of SANITY^
Report
"CRASH & BURN"
"Nature is my heroin, I marinate in its presents and fade-fade away."
My names Gloria I love long walks around Manhattan, Magazines, When colors complement eachother, My sisters, Music that can fit the perfect seen, Autumn, and much more.
I was born and raised in the "ghetto", its kinda funny that its givin that title by many when some of the wealthiest people in america live in this city named New York.
Its known for streets that are always in seen.
Today it started with the old man across the street he gave me one look and said why do they gotta be so mean.
Livin life as free as a bird, doesn't care for a soul but his own, he knows only one way to touch that green and today the old man is gonna end up clean.
The old man was now the victom of a feen.
Have you ever wondered why people are quick to judge but when it comes to being judged are more often to show up unseen.
I thought about what he had said and looked at my city Queens,brooklyn,bronx,longisland,statenisland, and there was me in between.
As the night got darker so did my thoughts bottled up with fustration, dam, I feel like wolverine.
That same dude who cleaned the old man out went home to fined his mothers been shot.
The bread he brought home to feed the family was now as unclear as a dot.
He told her everythings gonna be ok as she lost her hot.
She began to feel cooler, and new this was the end, she wispered the cops are comin put away the pot.
So occupied on saving her son rather then her own life, but then again she smelled death and new her son was living on so why not
An hour later there were no cops but a corpse and a boy weeping for his love.
Never to think she was watching from above.
Volnerable he was a friend of misery.
Two days later he walks past the old mans house.
the old man goes up to him and cleans out his own pockets and says hear..........the boy still a friend of misery looks at the old man and into the sky were he is quickly broken down in to tears do to a white dove,
must be a sign from above.
Poeple are so easy to judge but when it comes to being judged more often show up unseen.
^ something that really can familiarize with the imperfections we all contain^
"Nature is my heroin, I marinate in its presents and fade-fade away."
My names Gloria I love long walks around Manhattan, Magazines, When colors complement eachother, My sisters, Music that can fit the perfect seen, Autumn, and much more.
I was born and raised in the "ghetto", its kinda funny that its givin that title by many when some of the wealthiest people in america live in this city named New York.
Its known for streets that are always in seen.
Today it started with the old man across the street he gave me one look and said why do they gotta be so mean.
Livin life as free as a bird, doesn't care for a soul but his own, he knows only one way to touch that green and today the old man is gonna end up clean.
The old man was now the victom of a feen.
Have you ever wondered why people are quick to judge but when it comes to being judged are more often to show up unseen.
I thought about what he had said and looked at my city Queens,brooklyn,bronx,longisland,statenisland, and there was me in between.
As the night got darker so did my thoughts bottled up with fustration, dam, I feel like wolverine.
That same dude who cleaned the old man out went home to fined his mothers been shot.
The bread he brought home to feed the family was now as unclear as a dot.
He told her everythings gonna be ok as she lost her hot.
She began to feel cooler, and new this was the end, she wispered the cops are comin put away the pot.
So occupied on saving her son rather then her own life, but then again she smelled death and new her son was living on so why not
An hour later there were no cops but a corpse and a boy weeping for his love.
Never to think she was watching from above.
Volnerable he was a friend of misery.
Two days later he walks past the old mans house.
the old man goes up to him and cleans out his own pockets and says hear..........the boy still a friend of misery looks at the old man and into the sky were he is quickly broken down in to tears do to a white dove,
must be a sign from above.
Poeple are so easy to judge but when it comes to being judged more often show up unseen.
^ something that really can familiarize with the imperfections we all contain^
