Confundido estoy y con razon. Hella confused, with all the right to be. No matter how many steps I take forward, I always end up getting pushed back twice as many. With no road ahead, how the fuck can I possibly find the way? And every time I DO see roads or options they’re never clear. You see, no matter how many different streets there is to get to a dead end. It will always remain the same, a dead end. Sure, I could turn around and find another way, but this is life. There is no turning around on life. No reset button. Right now, I’m faced with 2 options. I can either stay on this road that has pretty much not taken me anywhere. Or choose to go a different direction, in which I’d be giving up a lot. Hmmm, I been here before. Many times, before. However, I don’t ever seem to remember how I dealt with it. It’s always a new experience. One that just happens over and over again.
I could be talking about a lot of different things. I could be talking about nothing at all. I can be making a lot of sense, I can be making none at all. I’m just simply typing. Facing my bedroom’s ceiling, seeing nothing but darkness. Darkness that I can make into whatever I want. But no matter what, no matter what I think of…the truth is, that’s it’s still darkness.
Hmmm, yea…pretty emo, i know. Sorry. It’s 3 am, I’m sleepy, and I just felt like talking. Or in this case typing. I feel like whenever I’m down, or just upset. Noone can understand me better than my self. When I’m done, I’ll read it. And at that point, try to convince my self that everything will be alright. Wether it’s job related stress or personal.
Nueve, todo estara bien. Siguelo con calma, que tu tiempo llegara. Siempre pa’lante…pa’tras ni pa’ cojer impulso
Algunas veces pienso que hay algo incorrecto, que algo me tiene mal.
Que todo en mi vida es solo un proyecto, que lamentablemente, voy a fracasar.
Me levanto todos los dias, sin creer lo que tengo en mente.
Cosas que me confunden, no solo cosas, tambien gente.
Pensamientos prohibidos! Nueve, que carajo sientes?
Ignora el sentimiento y no le hagas caso a tu mente!!
Hazle caso a tu conciensa que la unica con razon.
La unica que sabe mucho mas que’l corazon!
Aguantando mi corazon y un lapiz en mis manos,
Escribiendo pensamientos y sentimientos, porque soy humano.
*Something I wrote out of nowhere, kinda doesnt even make sense. hahaha // Algo que escribi de la nada.*
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Tue, 19 Jan #5
Tue, 19 Jan #5
A Puerto Rican walks into a bar full of white people….
White man says, “Colored people are not allowed here.” The Puerto Rican man turned around and stood up. He then said:
“Listen Pendejo…when I was born, I was TAN. When I grew up, I was TAN. When I’m sick, I’m TAN. When I go in the sun, I’m TAN. When I’m cold, I’m TAN. And when I die, I’ll STILL be TAN!! But you, Pendejo………..When you’re born, you’re pink. When you grow up, you’re white. When you’re sick, you’re green. When you go in the sun, you turn red. When you’re cold, you turn blue. And when you die, you turn purple. And you have the nerve to call me colored?!?”
hahahah, this made me LOLIRL
No offense to any white folk <3