Nothing More Than The Brutal Truth; |
The name that runs the street's Nhu, and that's pronounced like new, if the foreignness of it is making you lose IQ. I write and live my life like the dork that I am. I don't put up with shit, so if you throw some at me, and you'll definitely get some back. Read what I write and speak to me at your own risk. |
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Only my dumb-ass would stand and wait outside in the cold for 45 minutes for someone who didn’t even show up. Just because I wanted to see that person, I stood and wait, I waited until it got dark and homeless people passed by and kept looking and tried to talk, but then went away. My dumb-ass stood, and stood, and waited, and all I received was texts from the person I wanted to see saying they can’t come yet. I almost got raped, but I still fucking waited. That whole time, some African-American hobo stood on the side watching me. I’m a fucking idiot, who the fuck waits like that? And then he wanted me to see him, the fuck. And so I left to Jack, that damn bastard walks out to the street. When I walked out, there he was. Fucking creeper. I’m a fucking idiot. Why did I fucking wait there? Fuck.
And I still forgive that person, damn, fucking idiot.
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NotesThis week’s getting busier and busier. Gotta work on some choreographies, and then get back into breaking. Then gotta make some freaking posters for Asian Club, and then think of something to say to an audience of freshmen, dear Buddha lord. I am stressed. So much work…
Pullin’ an all nighter. Gah.
