I just can't believe I'm leaving for job corps on tuesday.
What really shouldn't matter to me is that I have someone that I know that'll be there for me when I get back and love don't work over there so there would be no point into having a lover over there cause I know I got someone waiting for me.
I have this strong heart and this heart of mine don't want to get broken. I don't want to go with a broken heart. I want to go with a solid steel heart.
My homies, my juggalo homies is the most I'm going to miss out of all my friends. Why? Because they are so close to me, especially the one that I feel and close to. It's so hard that I'm going to smoke them out later tonight and announce everything.
My hatchet hat, is going to someone that I know for sure that'll be there for me. I can't bring it, I can't risk it being stolen. I'm a juggalette and I don't know why I was thinking of dropping the hatchet. I guess it was the separation that got to me. I will always have this reputation and I will never change that.
Being far away from friends is like being away from people that would make you secure. You have to keep your guard up and stay away from the ones that target and hurt you. If they do, put your foot down and do what's right and not be stupid and get yourself in trouble when trouble is around.
Family, I'm almost used to being away from them. I have assholes that would treat me like s**t all the time. I have been stressing and my ulcers don't seem healing as fast as I thought it would. But I'm most likely getting narcotics for the extreme pain I've been getting next Monday. But I guess they start healing when I leave.
I think this is all I got to say for now. I hope I can type more out. This is just another incredient to the pot of ulcers that's filled with stress.... crying
 Pandora Riddlebox · Fri Jul 30, 2010 @ 02:01pm · 0 Comments |
