09 March, 2005
Sick of It All
Yo man. I'm so damn phucked up rite now! I dunno noe why..wait!! I think I noe why. Wanna noe why? It's about all tha people out there. Yearh! I'm sick of hearing all those words! Ok, lemmie quote them for u: "Zakaria, are u ok?" and "Zakaria, u sure u're alrite?" Man. Wad's up wit' all of them? Do I look like I'm un-alrite, or I'm not ok?! Shitz. I noe dat all of u out there care and concern about dis lil' me, but pretty pretty please, dun push it too damn far! I noe I've been staring to space most of tha time diz days after tha break-up. But, do I really, really look so much in pain?!! So wad if she likes him, people? Man, everyone in dis whole phuckin' world have tha right to love anyone they want, rite? I noe who I really am compared to him. Yar. So wad's tha BIG problem wit' u guyz? All I noe is dat I ain't got no beef wit' no-one in dis world, not even him. And as for him, I would like to congratulate him for capturing her heart. Damn u're good! And as for u guyz, dis u gotta remember: I am me. Like everyone else, I'm special wit' my very own thing goin' on in me. Ain't gonna be no-bodie else (except for Slash). Ain't gonna change. U should like me of who I am, not of any other guy u see in tha movies, soap-opera shitz or even tha one u see on tha streets. I'm different. U noe it. I noe it. Let it be dat way, aight, cuz I'm better off dat way. =) Two words: [I'm Ok] Peace out, man...
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