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...
"You have to learn to get up from the table, when love is no longer being served." ~Nina Simone
What is worst than your dad marring another woman after your moms death and getting a stepbrother ? Falling 4 your own step brother
