Collette

"And oohh my tongue's the only a muscle in my body that works harder than my heart."

Daddy and i had a loonng talk. One which could make your eyes pour and hands slamming things around you. But before i felt silly and vulnerable, i had a little voice under my ribcage saying "i want to present the world more than a caricature form, just like the few." It was like a death pledge. My father believed in a hopeless world but i was more intransigent than ever. So in a starters effort i researched in alot of things when i got home.

Have you watched freedom writers? i think its one of the best movies derived from a true story. About racism. About history. About how what has happend is just like one of the stars in the sky of many. Realistically. See Daddy, i'm not seeing the world like a bed of roses.

I think i have an anger management problem, or maybe its just my hormones and it always leaves me running off to anywhere from where i am. Right before then i would think/say "leave me". Then i got scared. You know that phrase-you'll only know what is important to you when you lose it. So to nurse my regret, i would check my cellphone about 4 times in every 2 mins and speaking words only God and me would understand.

Anyway tml i would be going to a beach bar to meet Jas, vert and Rayne. Neeedda to get outt.