Loosing you is making me want to quit everything. I have a fucking test tomorrow, and I can’t even study because what’s going through my mind. What’s the fucking point of going to class if I’m going to fail the test?! How the fuck you guys past a test! I never past a test! Where’s my motivation?!
Well drop all that shit and forget it. My best friend is leaving to the air force within a month. Pretty much my last real friend. I can’t count on a drug dealer, who tryna fuck you first of all. I can’t just hit him up just to chill, I gotta do drugs to hang out. You worry about me surrounding myself with girls. Only two fucking girls I’ve talked to when you went to the desert. Richelle and Amanda. Damn well for sure they both know about you. Damn hell they know I’m I’m love with you. I’m not even all that attractive to girls anyways. The fuck you worrying about.