This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

We were supposed to love not hate one another because we can't exppress and discuss.

I wish my life was like a story with a happy/good ending but then again I say "Happy endings are for stories that haven't ended" And I sure don't want my story to end. I want people to sit, take a load off, watch me work, watch me understand the bullshit and slander I'm dealt with every day of my "story". I want people to feel my pain and my pleasure, criticize my laughter and cry when they see me make it. I don't want my shit to end because there would be no more but I honestly think I haven't been felt nor heard. Misunderstood would be the word to describe it but yeaaa I wanna be like the DaVinci, you can't crack me. You can't see the inside of me not like chromosomes I pocess to make it in the industry of lonelyness. I want realness because I have a feeling I'll need it on the corner of Broadway and 5th...

-Enough said