I've been seriously living the lifestyle of a Vampire, well just their time schedule.
You see, I know I'm different. I didn't need someone to tell me that I was, I know I am. Everyone is their own person, but not everyone is really doing their part in keeping that theory alive. I am. People tend to say that I'm self-conscious; No, I just have really low-self esteem. It is something I haven't overcome yet, not really planning on working on it for the time being either. Pointless. Conceited is beyond the border-line of something else, I'm not that. Weird is more likely to be the word that would come out of someone's mouth about me, and I'd just take it, put it in my pocket with a big fat braced out bucked teeth smile.. yeah, Thank you, dude. I definitely have No Shame; None What So Ever. Got a dare? Try me. I'm a little wuss when it comes to Roaches but shoot, try me anyways, haha. My body is mine, I love it.. although I am lacking the chest area; I am so okay with it. It shouldn't even matter but hey, some people prefer it. *shrugs, oh well. I have none, hah. My legs are my favorite, I love to wear it out.. get it? Nevermind, probably not. I have a really deep voice? Which is pretty ...much of a way to make me a target when it comes to cracking jokes? Yeah, I am 9 of 10, the subject of every joke, jeez. I have beauty marks on my upper torso ("my chest."). By "Beauty Marks," I am really referring to stretch marks. I honestly believe that they're not ugly, it's apart of life, it is apart of giving birth to your future. I didn't develope any anywhere else on my body due to my pregnancy but it's fine; on the upper torso is fine, plus.. theres nothing there anyways, ha. My Baby loves his Momma for who she is. I will admitt; I highly doubt I'll ever be rewarded a "Best Mommy Award" but at least I'm trying to do my best for my son. He's my Night & Day. ..I am who I am, deal with it.. or keep it moving.
Kanye West - Through the Wire is playing.. just listen.
You see, I know I'm different. I didn't need someone to tell me that I was, I know I am. Everyone is their own person, but not everyone is really doing their part in keeping that theory alive. I am. People tend to say that I'm self-conscious; No, I just have really low-self esteem. It is something I haven't overcome yet, not really planning on working on it for the time being either. Pointless. Conceited is beyond the border-line of something else, I'm not that. Weird is more likely to be the word that would come out of someone's mouth about me, and I'd just take it, put it in my pocket with a big fat braced out bucked teeth smile.. yeah, Thank you, dude. I definitely have No Shame; None What So Ever. Got a dare? Try me. I'm a little wuss when it comes to Roaches but shoot, try me anyways, haha. My body is mine, I love it.. although I am lacking the chest area; I am so okay with it. It shouldn't even matter but hey, some people prefer it. *shrugs, oh well. I have none, hah. My legs are my favorite, I love to wear it out.. get it? Nevermind, probably not. I have a really deep voice? Which is pretty ...much of a way to make me a target when it comes to cracking jokes? Yeah, I am 9 of 10, the subject of every joke, jeez. I have beauty marks on my upper torso ("my chest."). By "Beauty Marks," I am really referring to stretch marks. I honestly believe that they're not ugly, it's apart of life, it is apart of giving birth to your future. I didn't develope any anywhere else on my body due to my pregnancy but it's fine; on the upper torso is fine, plus.. theres nothing there anyways, ha. My Baby loves his Momma for who she is. I will admitt; I highly doubt I'll ever be rewarded a "Best Mommy Award" but at least I'm trying to do my best for my son. He's my Night & Day. ..I am who I am, deal with it.. or keep it moving.
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