My thoughts in my head.

I love being Luisa’s friend.

Just like I love being Carrie’s friend.

I want to listen to my Mp3 player while I’m working it gets the job done a lot faster.

I can’t help it that some people act like bastards.

All my friends want me to get out of this depressed mood I’m in.

All my friends I think they want to see me win.

They probably want to see me work harder.

They probably want me to spend money on them and buy them dinner.

Sometimes I’m afraid to be myself because I want people to like me.

There’s always going to be someone that doesn’t like me.

You can try your hardest to impress someone, if that person doesn’t like you, he or she doesn’t like you, it’s as simple as that.

Sometimes you wish you could make them like you and that’s that.

I’m scared to goof off while I’m at work.

I can’t be your cruel-hearted jerk.

I go to bed wishing I was laying next to a female.

I’m laying next to a couple of teddy bears and it feels like hell.

What am I doing wrong that other dudes are doing right?

I feel like the ladies see me and all they want to do is say good bye.

A lot of my male friends and female friends tell me you have to have confidence in yourself.

I try to have confidence in myself but I’m always looking for help.

I act stupid sometimes when I know I can do the work.

Don’t ask me why I act stupid sometimes at work.

I want Morgan to come stay the night some more.

I feel like she thinks that I’m a bore.

Maybe I am boring and lazy!

I’m trying not to be boring and lazy.

I got to get out and push myself into everything I do.

I need for my books and poetry to sell like a billion copies, so I can become rich.

If I’m rich would I act like a bitch?

I don’t want to be all preppy and act like I am better than everybody else.

I’m not better than everybody else.

Everybody else is the same as me!

It’s just that some people make more money than me.

Some people think because they are in Management positions that they have power over me.

Nobody but god has power over me.

We all put our pants and shirt on the same way.

We all are trying to make it every day.

I do get jealous because other guys talk to Luisa, I shouldn’t though she’s not my girl.

I just care for her as if she was my girl.

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