Given the state i was in, you could've sworn what type of group of people i was with. I was almost always predictable. People secretly wanted to be like me, openly envied me, but some how managed to make feel like shit in the process. I was an unknown, known person if you know what i mean. People knew about me i knew about them but for the most i was antisocial and silently. I wanted to be part the in crowd so much, that i had almost missed my ticket out, because i wanted Hood Publicity.

"You have to learn to get up from the table, when love is no longer being served." ~Nina Simone

Sequel to future us Ft: August Alsina

What is worst than your dad marring another woman after your moms death and getting a stepbrother ? Falling 4 your own step brother