And if I told you I loved you would it make you wanna stay…
Would it ever be enough to make you wanna stay?
Why is celebrating your birthday so much stress. This I why I’d prefer not to do anything.
I hear lyrics and I relate to sings about the ghetto. I just took a few minutes to reflect on the “struggle” or hard times I’ve had. I had some rough times. People had it worse than I did growing up, that’s what helped kept me from feeling sorry for myself.
I thought of some bad times and had to focus on them hard to remember things. I have built the blocks in because I don’t want to focus on these things. As I grow older and things go well for me, more and more people seem to think “ah must to be nice to have that easy life”.
Well fuck that, I worked to get here. I certainly didn’t have it the worst growing up. But that doesn’t mean it was easy. I got through. I mentioned that to my dad the other day. “That’s what we worked for” I said. He somewhat choked up. I almost cried. But it’s true.
I am where I am and act the way I do because of my whole life. I would change nothing. Even the hard parts.
Thank you mom and dad.