the first picture i ever saw of my nephew sad but true…i don’t know him but i miss him =[

This well be my new tattoo of st.lucy my confirmation name

the shit we hate

sooooooooo………i haven’t been on this shit forever…and i have shit to talk about….i hate talking about this but auugh who gaves a damn….atlanta is so damn boring the only shit to do is go down town, tag, skate,and tag some more grrrrrsssss… i need to move outta here!!!

no fucking title

Im so sick of this

I fell like I have no future ahead of me

Im scared that I am truly not going to find that one.

Im unsure of myself

I think I like girls

Or I know I do just don’t want to admit it.

Im tired of missing my dad I wish I didn’t

It hurts me to say that but then again…

Im so sick of my life.

I believe I will never have kids.

I feel like I have no friends.

Everyday I lose myself even more.

I can’t quit smokin weed

I’ve had a hard fucking life

And u havent .

I envy that

All I have is my younger brother

I really wish I was never made

I hate talking like this, but how else can I express my Damn fellings! Im addicted to something I shouldn’t be and im scared for myself.

I think I hate sex or I just haven’t had any body put it down.

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Any ways im not having sex at all so far its been 4 months =]

immigrants

I don’t know but im not to sure about this president, i didn’t vote this year because i was not sure if i should i was not 100% either of them can make a change a big change. I know that’s impossible but, one change i would love to see is about immigration, I’m so fucking tired of walking around and getting faces from everybody I’m so sick of it. I’ve spoken to some of my friends that are immigrants and they would love to help their family with rent or some bills, or just plain go to college but can’t because their legal. Man and when i hear my mom tell her story about coming here with nothing and know owns her own house her own car, and so does all her sisters and brothers and what they had to go through to get all that. It just reminds me of when i was growing up getting made fun of because i was Hispanic and hearing to jokes about us so called “wet backs” and by my own brother, all the way from high school defending myself and my people, but the wrong way i got into toooo many fights. I remember my first fight was in the 3rd grade i fought this little white girl i was proud about it then but not know. I just wish Caucasian people African Americans other race and also Hispanic Americans could see what immigrants have to go through every fucking day of their fucking life. =]  

st.lucy

She is my saint also my grandmothers saint.

My grandmother and i have eye problems well she did r.i.p muah!!!

So when i was 15 and got my confirmation done (i’m catholic)

I decided to get that st.lucy as my catholic name.

I just dont want to forget….its hard to explain.

this is how i feel