My only fear was my mother. Then it branched out to my mother and love. The fear of falling in love or back in love and getting hurt. No one likes to get there wittle hearts broken. That’s how niggas get GOT! True story. Other than all that thug nonsense, I feel like I’m falling in LUST hard with a particular individual. I refuse to say love ‘cause one, the word is entirely too strong to use and two, I feel like that would be quite nieve of me to say even though one day I would like to love him. I’ll settle for lust right now. I’ll continue this later. I got shit to do.

I haven’t really been on here in a long while. Just flipping through the pages of past actions turned present memories persuaded me to write this post…and Jack Kerouac as well. That song makes you want to expose your deepest of deeps. My life is destructively interesting to say the least. I guess I can let you guys in on some intel, right? I mean, that IS what you guys are here for.

So yea, I met this guy…well, I met a couple guys to say the least but this one in specific seems to have the ability to stand out from the crowd and weirdly enough, sink back into it. I like it though. I like him. I usually don’t like people. There’s another who is well, how can I put it nicely? He’s the “Monica Lewinsky” of my life that I no longer want in my life but he’s to nieve to notice. There’s another who is an undercover, jealous wreck. The others are just wolves in a sheep’s clothing. I bet you’re beginning to wonder were I find these guys. I wonder the same damn thing at times. Like, is there perfection out there but then I constantly remind myself that “perfection” is boring and anyone claiming the title is self-indulged and full of shit. Soooo, this first guy I brought up, I’m not gonna do this on here.