What I like about this world is that I can be me.

To a certain extent, I can disagree.

I get to come home after work and do what I want and nobody bothers me.

I act like I have a hard life but I still have my arms and my legs.

I just wish a female would show me some leg.

I’m really happy I just don’t act happy.

There are some things I don’t want to see in this world.

I want to be the good guy.

It’s alright to cry.

I definitely have to give up drinking.

I definitely have to give up over-eating.

I have to give up being lazy.

I just want to do the stuff that I want to do.

I’m very glad I have friends like Christina, Jose, Andre, Luisa, Karen, Carrie, and Joe.

Although Joe acts like he doesn’t want to be my friend any more.

Maybe he’s just busy; he does have a busy life.

I have my nieces, dad, sister, mom, step dad, and a lot of people to be thankful for.

So why am I looking down on myself?

I should be jumping for joy.

I should have a million girlfriends.

When I’m at my job I should smile all the time even when the guests walk by.

There is always going to be people that I can’t stand.

I just have to get over them.

I think people love me around them.

Even though I don’t want to admit it, I’m kinda thankful that I get up every morning to see another day.

All I’m saying is that I can’t explain my mind and my thoughts.