If I could have a moment of your time.

[KaramuKarim]

With every waking moment, I look at myself in the mirror and wonder what I have done with my life. A forlorn reality turned nightmare being set on repeat until the last grain of sand on my hour glass is gone. A nightmare I wish to wake up from, but can't seem to open both eyes. The problem first occurred the summer of '06, the year I graduated from elementary school. I had plenty of friends and companions I'd never expect to abandon shortly after. Mother first suggested we should move out of Atlanta when I was in 3rd grade, but I never thought my father would take her seriously. She became ill and my father knew her time here was running out, as part of her last wishes we moved to her dream location, California. At first I wasn't concerned about leaving my friends, I've heard great stories about California and the images of their beaches looked beautiful. Sadly, til this day I've never seen a beach in person. My family was not wealthy, however we were just able to afford house around East Stockton. The area was not very nice, but I was still anticipating on making new friends there. With only 3 days of summer left, I strolled around the neighborhood hoping to find some people around my age. Despite my fathers commands on not to walk too far, I was a good distance from my home by the time I encountered a kid. He was sitting on his porch staring at me as I walked near. Before I could walk into his property, he got off his porch and walked toward me. I was expecting the tone on his face to lighten up as he got closer, instead I got that gut feeling telling me I wasn't safe. He stood in front of me, speaking a foreign language I could not understand at the time(spanish). I just looked at him with a blank expression on my face until he took his hand out his right pocket and raised his gun. I wanted to run away but my instinct told me to reason with him, he could not understand me, but luckily he put away his weapon. He grabbed my arm and forced me to go with him, walking at least a mile passed his home. After what seemed like an hour he finally let go of my arm and I fell on the ground, All I saw was him and what I figured to be one if his friends. This one spoke to me in English, asked me If i was new around here. I told him about moving here for my mothers final years. He then asked me what school I enrolled in, turned out I was going to be in school with him and all his people. He then told me If I ever needed help with anything, I could just hit him up. I should have felt more comfortable with what he was telling me, but I knew something was wrong with him. With that, I finally left his house and walked home, now hoping I wouldn't see another soul in my path. By the time I got home, it was near my bedtime. As soon as my father saw me walk in, he started the longest lecture I've yet to sit through. I thought he was almost done until an entirely new complication surfaced when my dad saw the bruise on my arm. He knew another kid was responsible for this and demanded I told him where he lived, I told him we were just play fighting and he he seemingly believed me. 2 days pass without me leaving my house, scared of the people who infest these streets. It was finally my first day on middle school here. I tried getting my classes from my new councilor and going to my first period as fast as I could, I didn't want to see those kids again. My first period was English, which was ironic because the entire class was conversing in spanish. I didn't understand what they were saying so I had a problem making friends there. 4 periods and not a single approach by a kid there, I was missing my friends in Atlanta terribly. Finally in my 5th period class, a dark skinned girl by the name of Mandy told me to sit next to her when the teacher introduced me as a new student. I tried to hide my excitement so I wouldn't seem desperate for friendship. She spoke to me throughout class with the cutest smile you could picture on a girl. When the period ended, she asked we exchange phone numbers, I gladly did so. We started texting when school ended and hit it off. I felt shunned from the rest of my peers, but this girl was making me forget all about that. I developed a crush on her. With 2 weeks passing, I could proudly say we were talking closer than friends. What I hadn't expected, is what would set my downfall for the rest of my life. I finally saw that kid I first saw when moving here, me and Mandy we holding hands. He quickly walked up to us with the nastiest look I've ever seen on a 13 year old boy, apparently he had a crush on her in the 6th grade and she shallowly denied him. I don't know why him seeing me with her angered him so much, but he screamed at her in spanish and she screamed back. I didn't know what to do so I slowly stepped back, hoping this would die down. He then approached me and starting screaming nonsense I could barely understand, he referred to Mandy as "my girl" and I got the idea he was doing this out of jealousy. She then slapped him across the face with all her might, I was more scared than ever because I knew he wasn't going to take that lightly. I was confused because it looked like he was just holding her stomach and she had trouble breathing, but then he took his hand out and I saw a shank come out of her stomach. She stared at me, I was too innocent to completely process what was going on. I stood there as she fell to the ground, leaving blood all over the school ground. More people walked by noticing she was on the floor dying with me being the only person around her, the other kid ran away while I was in shock. The principle and assistance came out and alerted an ambulance, she was carried through by 2 large men in white suits. I was grabbed by the Principle to his office, he checked me to see if I had a knife on me. Left me in the school attendance office while they brought in other students as witnesses to what happened. All fingers pointed at me for shanking the poor girl. I cried telling them I had nothing to do with it but no matter how much tears I shed, they looked at me as a killer. What made it worse, is that she died in the ambulance. Without even seeing my parents, I was going to be sent to juvi until I was 18 by court order. Luckily my parents got an amazing lawyer who convinced the judge there was no possible evidence I committed the crime. I was advised by the principle to take a month off school to wait for everything to die down, I spent that month crying now that my only friend was gone forever, I would eat once every 2-3 days until I finally got my appetite back. My month went by slow, surrounded by my disconsolate thoughts. When I finally returned, everybody made sure to stay way from me, they still thought I had killed her. In my 1st period, a girl cried because she was too scared to sit next to me. Nobody liked a killer. With many complaints throughout my classes, my councilor told me I'd be better off in independent studies where It would only be my teacher and I. For 3 days I did not see a single person my age, I had to realize I was going to be a loner for awhile. When I walked home that day, I saw her real killer along with his friends. To my surprise, he screamed why I killed the love of his life. I was confused, and before I could respond him and his friends jumped me and kicked me on the floor. After 10 minutes, they finally left me alone, I took no rush into getting up. I thought of never getting up, and just dying there on the spot. I didn't want my dad to worry again, so I continued my walk home, limping the entire way. When I arrived, my dad had water in his eyes. He got on one knee and told me we needed to have a talk, my mother was dead. I couldn't even begin to digest the thought of my mother being gone after what had happened to me today, went straight to my room, punched the wall as hard as I could. My life was hopeless, I wanted to kill myself. My father knew I might get these ideas so he came into my room and grabbed me before I did anything drastic. He held me and told me my mother would not want me to act this way, I dropped my motives and stopped having faith that my life would ever leap out this canyon of dysphoria. With Christmas time approaching, my father got me a computer. I wasn't amazed at first but I realized I could make friends who would have no trail on what has happened in my past. When I finally got the internet working, I figured I would sign up to LilWayneHQ.com since I was a huge fan on his. To this day, I hide my sorrow through my posts.

[JoshuaKTT]

tl dr .

[jvg]

A moment or 30 minutes?

[Guest1]

daaaaa fuckkkkkk iz this......

[KaramuKarim]

tl dr .

---------- Post added at 09:00 PM ---------- Previous post was at 08:59 PM ----------

A moment or 30 minutes?

i just wanna talk some real shit bro take it or leave it god made us all equal for a reason

[@TygaHQ]

With every waking moment, I look at myself in the mirror and wonder what I have done with my life. A forlorn reality turned nightmare being set on repeat until the last grain of sand on my hour glass is gone. A nightmare I wish to wake up from, but can't seem to open both eyes. The problem first occurred the summer of '06, the year I graduated from elementary school. I had plenty of friends and companions I'd never expect to abandon shortly after. Mother first suggested we should move out of Atlanta when I was in 3rd grade, but I never thought my father would take her seriously. She became ill and my father knew her time here was running out, as part of her last wishes we moved to her dream location, California. At first I wasn't concerned about leaving my friends, I've heard great stories about California and the images of their beaches looked beautiful. Sadly, til this day I've never seen a beach in person. My family was not wealthy, however we were just able to afford house around East Stockton. The area was not very nice, but I was still anticipating on making new friends there. With only 3 days of summer left, I strolled around the neighborhood hoping to find some people around my age. Despite my fathers commands on not to walk too far, I was a good distance from my home by the time I encountered a kid. He was sitting on his porch staring at me as I walked near. Before I could walk into his property, he got off his porch and walked toward me. I was expecting the tone on his face to lighten up as he got closer, instead I got that gut feeling telling me I wasn't safe. He stood in front of me, speaking a foreign language I could not understand at the time(spanish). I just looked at him with a blank expression on my face until he took his hand out his right pocket and raised his gun. I wanted to run away but my instinct told me to reason with him, he could not understand me, but luckily he put away his weapon. He grabbed my arm and forced me to go with him, walking at least a mile passed his home. After what seemed like an hour he finally let go of my arm and I fell on the ground, All I saw was him and what I figured to be one if his friends. This one spoke to me in English, asked me If i was new around here. I told him about moving here for my mothers final years. He then asked me what school I enrolled in, turned out I was going to be in school with him and all his people. He then told me If I ever needed help with anything, I could just hit him up. I should have felt more comfortable with what he was telling me, but I knew something was wrong with him. With that, I finally left his house and walked home, now hoping I wouldn't see another soul in my path. By the time I got home, it was near my bedtime. As soon as my father saw me walk in, he started the longest lecture I've yet to sit through. I thought he was almost done until an entirely new complication surfaced when my dad saw the bruise on my arm. He knew another kid was responsible for this and demanded I told him where he lived, I told him we were just play fighting and he he seemingly believed me. 2 days pass without me leaving my house, scared of the people who infest these streets. It was finally my first day on middle school here. I tried getting my classes from my new councilor and going to my first period as fast as I could, I didn't want to see those kids again. My first period was English, which was ironic because the entire class was conversing in spanish. I didn't understand what they were saying so I had a problem making friends there. 4 periods and not a single approach by a kid there, I was missing my friends in Atlanta terribly. Finally in my 5th period class, a dark skinned girl by the name of Mandy told me to sit next to her when the teacher introduced me as a new student. I tried to hide my excitement so I wouldn't seem desperate for friendship. She spoke to me throughout class with the cutest smile you could picture on a girl. When the period ended, she asked we exchange phone numbers, I gladly did so. We started texting when school ended and hit it off. I felt shunned from the rest of my peers, but this girl was making me forget all about that. I developed a crush on her. With 2 weeks passing, I could proudly say we were talking closer than friends. What I hadn't expected, is what would set my downfall for the rest of my life. I finally saw that kid I first saw when moving here, me and Mandy we holding hands. He quickly walked up to us with the nastiest look I've ever seen on a 13 year old boy, apparently he had a crush on her in the 6th grade and she shallowly denied him. I don't know why him seeing me with her angered him so much, but he screamed at her in spanish and she screamed back. I didn't know what to do so I slowly stepped back, hoping this would die down. He then approached me and starting screaming nonsense I could barely understand, he referred to Mandy as "my girl" and I got the idea he was doing this out of jealousy. She then slapped him across the face with all her might, I was more scared than ever because I knew he wasn't going to take that lightly. I was confused because it looked like he was just holding her stomach and she had trouble breathing, but then he took his hand out and I saw a shank come out of her stomach. She stared at me, I was too innocent to completely process what was going on. I stood there as she fell to the ground, leaving blood all over the school ground. More people walked by noticing she was on the floor dying with me being the only person around her, the other kid ran away while I was in shock. The principle and assistance came out and alerted an ambulance, she was carried through by 2 large men in white suits. I was grabbed by the Principle to his office, he checked me to see if I had a knife on me. Left me in the school attendance office while they brought in other students as witnesses to what happened. All fingers pointed at me for shanking the poor girl. I cried telling them I had nothing to do with it but no matter how much tears I shed, they looked at me as a killer. What made it worse, is that she died in the ambulance. Without even seeing my parents, I was going to be sent to juvi until I was 18 by court order. Luckily my parents got an amazing lawyer who convinced the judge there was no possible evidence I committed the crime. I was advised by the principle to take a month off school to wait for everything to die down, I spent that month crying now that my only friend was gone forever, I would eat once every 2-3 days until I finally got my appetite back. My month went by slow, surrounded by my disconsolate thoughts. When I finally returned, everybody made sure to stay way from me, they still thought I had killed her. In my 1st period, a girl cried because she was too scared to sit next to me. Nobody liked a killer. With many complaints throughout my classes, my councilor told me I'd be better off in independent studies where It would only be my teacher and I. For 3 days I did not see a single person my age, I had to realize I was going to be a loner for awhile. When I walked home that day, I saw her real killer along with his friends. To my surprise, he screamed why I killed the love of his life. I was confused, and before I could respond him and his friends jumped me and kicked me on the floor. After 10 minutes, they finally left me alone, I took no rush into getting up. I thought of never getting up, and just dying there on the spot. I didn't want my dad to worry again, so I continued my walk home, limping the entire way. When I arrived, my dad had water in his eyes. He got on one knee and told me we needed to have a talk, my mother was dead. I couldn't even begin to digest the thought of my mother being gone after what had happened to me today, went straight to my room, punched the wall as hard as I could. My life was hopeless, I wanted to kill myself. My father knew I might get these ideas so he came into my room and grabbed me before I did anything drastic. He held me and told me my mother would not want me to act this way, I dropped my motives and stopped having faith that my life would ever leap out this canyon of dysphoria. With Christmas time approaching, my father got me a computer. I wasn't amazed at first but I realized I could make friends who would have no trail on what has happened in my past. When I finally got the internet working, I figured I would sign up to LilWayneHQ.com since I was a huge fan on his. To this day, I hide my sorrow through my posts.

Truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

[Mars Martian]

A moment or 30 minutes?

*dead*
Yooooo I'm done!!!

[THA GR8 M8]

what if one day you woke up and your nipples were completely gone
like no scars or anything, just flat skin
and then once you leave your room you find out your dad died last night
and then several days later, you find out that for your entire life your dad had been sneaking into your room while you slept
and sucking on your chest to make to gigantic hickeys where your nipples should be
because you were born without them
not for any sexual reason, just so you would fit in

[Guest1]

what if one day you woke up and your nipples were completely gone
like no scars or anything, just flat skin
and then once you leave your room you find out your dad died last night
and then several days later, you find out that for your entire life your dad had been sneaking into your room while you slept
and sucking on your chest to make to gigantic hickeys where your nipples should be
because you were born without them
not for any sexual reason, just so you would fit in

[Flame Beats]

[Gman918]

what if one day you woke up and your nipples were completely gone
like no scars or anything, just flat skin
and then once you leave your room you find out your dad died last night
and then several days later, you find out that for your entire life your dad had been sneaking into your room while you slept
and sucking on your chest to make to gigantic hickeys where your nipples should be
because you were born without them
not for any sexual reason, just so you would fit in

[piekiller45]

If he dies all he has is that long ass paragraph.