February 24, 2007
I was messaging a dear friend,
A "Brother" if you will,
And it just hit me so hard on the head by what he had said.
"Rabak sister never buy for me anything... lalala."
Some sort like that.
And oh,
I hate to always do things without being aware of the consequences.
I am trying to repent,
And I think i have.
But my thoughts speak for themselves.
They taunt me.
It doesn't have to be this hard.
I am attempting to accept this, I really am.
I guess,
If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance.
Now They're Choosing Sides. At 2:45 AM
