It's a cold world out here, and I suggest you put yo feelings in your pocket and realize motherfuckers really don't give a fuck about you. Never fall in love with a fuck boy yall.. that's what India did. You can't really fuck with them. They gon act like everything is real, but it ain't sweetheart. Dont chase them either, they gonna make you look stupid and they gonna act like they had nothing to do with you. They lame as fuck, don't fuck with them fuck boys get ya ass hurt. India was screaming "Fuck Love" a boy fucked with her heart and tore that shit apart, but can her new love put up with her trust issues, and secretive way, and put her broken pieces back together again?

I have a lot on my mind, and a lot going on so.. I decided to make a book of confessions, about me of course. So i guess its kinda like a diary. Maybe yall can relate to some of it.