10 February 2013
Yes, I get depressed sometimes. My parents are divorced. But life is not a tragedy, and I'm not in remorse.
I still live in my modest house with brothers who too far will roam, and a mother who takes it out on us in a house that is never a home.
But I keep my head down, not my chin up. It's better to hide that way. I guess I shouldn't hold my breath, I guess I'll live another day.
Sometimes I wish I were gangster That my life was in ruins, appalled. I guess that makes me a pretty bad girl, but a bad life is better then no life at all.
I guess I'm just doomed for this. A world where no one gives a shit. Or gives just one too many and are too afraid to quit.
But I still move on, I'm still alive, Yes, I my heart still just beats. I live a life where all is well, And wrath, envy defeats.
I guess what I am getting at is that I'd like to know. Whether my dry desert life will ever get some snow.
I guess. • Opuss № I