My life
In the first year of my life, I was on the bottle.
I often found myself in the arms of a woman to whom I was not married to.
I spent the first two and half years behind bars. Some of my homies called it the "crib".
During meal times I would crush cheerios in my hand. I was indeed a cereal-killer.
Then in first grade, I got hooked.....
on phonics.
I stole that by the way. Yesterday I opened up a box to pack things. I realized, since I am using my clothes and computer this week, I don't have much to pack. Sad to leave... boo hoo, it was a great summer and I made a lot of friends and strengthened old ones (also, I've realized certain frienships that I need to invest more into). Anyways, not REALLY looking foward to the grind of school, but I'm looking foward to my LA church, the gym (can't wait), and the beautiful UCLA campus. I am not looking foward to starving like last year. Although I was getting pretty buff. Anyways, I'll write more later.
I often found myself in the arms of a woman to whom I was not married to.
I spent the first two and half years behind bars. Some of my homies called it the "crib".
During meal times I would crush cheerios in my hand. I was indeed a cereal-killer.
Then in first grade, I got hooked.....
on phonics.
I stole that by the way. Yesterday I opened up a box to pack things. I realized, since I am using my clothes and computer this week, I don't have much to pack. Sad to leave... boo hoo, it was a great summer and I made a lot of friends and strengthened old ones (also, I've realized certain frienships that I need to invest more into). Anyways, not REALLY looking foward to the grind of school, but I'm looking foward to my LA church, the gym (can't wait), and the beautiful UCLA campus. I am not looking foward to starving like last year. Although I was getting pretty buff. Anyways, I'll write more later.
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