Ive Got Issues that noone can see.

At this point in life, its no longer trying, i DO hide everything. behind every smile is an ocean of tears. behind every laugh, is a cry for help. Ive become such an actress that those around me cannot tell whats honestly going on, i prefer things this way. It allows me to move through my little fabricated happiness unseen. I pray to God, and i just hope he can hear me. It feels like he cant. . im just holding onto life with one hand, hanging in there. Plenty times i feel like tapping out, but i cant give them the satisfaction of knowing i gave in, but im only human. Ive been bearing a weight for some years now, and times when i thought i threw it off my shoulders, i just wake up with it right back there.

Come back Blog.

This use to be my outlet to vent how i was feeling, and i feel like i need to pick it back up again. It was a place for me to say what i honestly thought and noone could stop or judge me. Hello Blog Spot, i have returned.

YES WE CAN.

Its here, its finally here. I could not be more proud to be an american.

Nothing has changed

females are STILL being childish, dudes are as well. I been on my grind though, havent been to worried about "people". cause they gonna talk reguardless right? so who cares! I got my school thing situated, got my circle of friends situated, life is pretty much together for me right noww. Mi and mi hermano are closer then ever, and life is great. ive learned to not take anything for granted. everyone in school has said that i have changed, well anyone that is a fake anyway, I have not changed one bit and if they dont like it well, hey sounds personal!

Senior year.

Really is not as hard as i thought it would be. what does suck though is that i am FAR beyond the point of lazy.. and i kind of screwed up, so im paying for it now.. -_-. short yet bitter sweet.

even superman needed assistance.

It always hurts the most when one has to cry alone. In that painful solitary confinement. The pain is so severe when your trying to be silent, face in the pillow, choking on your own breathes. The emotion engulfs you, pulling you under. Your strength it gradually fades, and your eyes have nothing left to do but open, and see the appalling truth that you REALLY are alone here. When I was a kid, i didn't cry for the things kids cryed for, i didnt get the things my heart desired, i was living an adult life through a childs body. Tending to adult matters. The front was always up & i never went no where with out my "whatever" attitude. I may hate you, but it is I who i hate the most.

shame.

african americans have come so far from then, to now. Previous generations had to fight for the right that we loosly hold today. Many lost there lives for the cost of freedom. We were, and still are a well hated people, but instead of succeding in life, and making wonderful things of our selves, instead, the majority choose, to run the streets and fill the jails. African Americans account for most HIV/AIDS cases.
Our ancestors would hang there heads in shame.

The teenage population acts as if it has no got damn sense. PULL YOUR PANTS UP! this day and age we are a back of the bus ridin', GED toting, baby daddy having,drug dealing people. what happen?


if we continue down this road to destruction this is our future..




people, we need change. our race depends on it.