Niggas

We chilled today. Woke up to Shizzam's phone call. Nigga was at mission. He left class early and I went to pick him up in my 2000 Corolla. Fuck your shit bitches, my car pushes 110 horses. Fuck your high school integs, heavy ass shit and you guys can only afford gs-rs. Get the type R then I'll shut up. Just kidding. My love for cars started in 4th grade. I did all of my research and found out the specs of a crap load of cars. But now, reality has set in and that reality is called insurance $$$.

But Shizzam and me headed back to my place. Chilled for a bit and talk to Michelle on aim. We went to go pick her up and went to In N Out. We grubbed and talked. Michelle doesn't talk much. That was the only thing that made me sad. I think my love for her gets deeper everytime I talk to her, but she doesn't talk.

After that, Chris' brother came to pick him up at In N Out. So it was just Michelle and me. She still wasn't up for talking, so the car ride was relatively quiet. But it was a good day. It was nice to see her too. That confused face that I love to look at. Fun Fun.

After that I headed to Oceans to meetup with MaryAnne. It breaks my heart to see her. I know for a fact that I can give her all the love in the world, only if she just gave me some back. Like usual, I tell her how I feel. All I get in return are laughs, because that's all I hear. To me those laughs sometimes sound like a "you ain't good enough" laugh. It's cool though. We had icecream, soup, and fries. Goodwill was also cool. But all in all, one thing remains obvious. You know what that is.

I now realize what "killing me softly" means.