“Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you.”—John Irving (via w4nderlvst)
Haven’t written on here to tell about my crazy summer. Lol drama, drama and more drama! People getting arrested, released, smoking crack openly, everyone doing rips together or on the down low, getting straight fucked up, the parties in that building, days we would wake up and start busting out coke right away, getting ripped off by people you think would never do that, break ups, hook ups, trains being ran, people getting pulled over and getting out right away even tho they have crazy records, obviously ratting, houses being raided, phones being allegedly tapped, phones being stolen,phones being broken, pregnancies, beefs, fights, crazy arguments, forming bonds, people drifting and people talking shit. Not all in that order. And , Like Fuck that’s just off the top of my head! I would have wrote about it but it was just hectic. No time. But that was my summer and I wouldnt change it for anything. Everything happened and nothing will change that..
im still so upset about not being able to go visiting, like im way the fuck out here, no one ever comes and sees me and its so depressing. no one even bothers with me. some family i have tho right? no one better randomly show up tonight cause im just not in the fucking mood. buut considering that NEVER happens im good.
Wow shes unbelievable. Like really, second time this fucking week. She has no idea how hard it is to look after her kids day in and day out and how nice it would have been to take a break even for a couple hours. Every time I think maybe I changed my mind about having kids of my own she helps me realize I want just the opposite. I wanna be free for the rest of my life.