For the most part all I know is sadness & pain. I know it sounds so cliche, but seriously. I would rather kill my own potential happiness just to keep a familiar feeling. Sad isn’t it? I know that eventually I’d lose that “happiness” & I’d be right back where I started, so I figured, maybe I should just stay at square one.
Dumbass thought the only reason I was wearing my pride jacket was cos of Pacquiao.
No you ignorant fuck, I don’t need to be given a reason to represent. I don’t need a reason to be proud to be what I am.
I don’t like when I’m in an argument with my parents & they bring up shit from the past. And when I admit it, they always comeback at me like “wow and you’re proud of that?”
No. I’m not. I’ve just accepted the fact that I messed up, I was just hoping you’d understand cos we all make mistakes.
Fuck it & move on.