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You know that weird feeling where you’re kind of sad for no reason
and your stomach’s churning
and you’re just confused and don’t wanna do anything?
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Someone called me a nigger and poured alcohol on my head.
On January 27, 2011 at a bar in Statesboro, GA I was called a nigger and had alcohol poured on my head. A complete stranger said, “Oh look, there goes another nigger.” and then minutes later there…
I’m sorry I disappoint you sometimes.
Listen
“I am the son, and the heir,
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar,
I am the son and heir,
Of nothing in particular,
You shut your mouth
how can you say,
I go about things the wrong way,
I am human and I need to be loved,
just like everybody else does”
Whistle Stop
Disney's Robin Hood
im dancing ok.
love me~YES YES YES
I forget sometimes, that there’s a barrier between those who are young, and those who are a bit older. It’s sad to think that five years can cause such a thing.
When you bring in people who are the same age, they tend to be able to talk more and relate their own personal problems, or past problems, together.
Of course, when you bring in two people with a five year age gap, they can be friends. I’m just not completely sure they can be as close as those with the same age.
Ultimately, this makes me very sad. Sometimes, I wish we threw out the fairytales. I wish you and I could connect, but that’s not bound to happen soon. Give me five more years, please. Don’t leave me yet. Give me five years to try and understand more. Give me five years to morph into the person I’ll probably be. Give me five years to grow up and deal with troubles many go through.
I know I’m still just a kid right now, but please. Wait for me to become more experienced and understanding. That way, we don’t have to lose these fairytales and tall tells.
Just, please. Wait for me, like I wait for you nearly everyday. I know you can’t wait forever, but just for a little fraction of forever? That’s enough, isn’t it?
I let the compliments go to my head he brought me back down
Of course, it made me sad. Really though, it was something I needed. I need to be grounded and not in the cloud to do well.
Now I sleep to Hamburg Song because it’s a lullaby for when I’m sad/down/blue.
Always return, don’t you?
I’m off to sleep you away. You’re too much of a faithful companion for my liking.
Flee away, you horrible and lovely thing
You are not wanted tonight
My family is weird because they’re so conversative and I’m too liberal for them.
Not that most of them know that or anything.
