Its my mind tha i sometimes hate. It always brings in this silly element of beachness to me. If it wasnt for the faith I have in my family......oh god, I will b nun-sense. When nite comes on friday, everything changes for the worse, gals become so hyper so much tha they forget tha they hav boyfriends n boyfriends wait for anythinh tha comes tha way to chao. The following day gals slee till 5pm and guys goes out to drink waiting for the gals to go crazy so tha the can find themselves something to take home again. When sunday comes, everyone goes home.....apologies of a thug.... wen fridai comes, its back to bosatane gape n no one is not gonna change this. its hard. lyf hav changed. pple hav gone beyond freedom into sodom. others will even go to an extentent of doin it it the loos as they feel bedrooms dont matter anymore. I usd to love goin out but now its becomin my enemy, beer is expensive Gals are free Man are free no one cares cry the belovd country, cry of the unborn child. Dont cry for me BOTS, the trueth is i never left u........... As we drink pls take few minutes and ask ur self what u gonna eat on Wednesday? How much u have in you bank account and what your child is eating
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 17:20:11 +0000