Thank you Farah, Nadia, Pudding and Steph for the little birthday surprise. I know it’s nothing much but i really do appreciate it. It’s the thought that counts. I don’t need a huge birthday cake or an epic birthday party. It’s the little things that matter.
Ok, I'm going to be blogging more serious today.
You can leave if you hate it. I don’t care.
I don’t get people. This is one of the major reasons why I'm anti-social. It really annoys me that they only think about themselves. They only think of their image, their reputation, their everything.
Hollywood, fame, beauty pageants, money, cars, clothes, cigarettes.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!
Who the fuck cares about how you look
Who the fuck cares how much money you got.
Who the fuck cares if you’re wearing designer clothes or shoes or bags!
WHO THE FUCK?!
There's so much more to life than all those bullshit.
What about that homeless kid on the street?
What about all the seniors in the old folks home?
Is that how you repay your own parents?!
Yes, I am an angry kid. Maybe because of all the shit I've been through.
Parents divorcing. Being homeless. Twice. A father who doesn’t even care if you’re dead or alive. A brother who’s always MIA. And the other who only thinks about himself. A mother sacrificing everything for her own children.
There’s so much things I want to rant about. Ah, who am I kidding? I’m only 18. Sometimes I really wish people would hear me out.
