I HATE BEING MEXICAN
THE END.

myspace
is like a ripped condom.
i have no idea.
but i think thats a bad thing.

they'd treat people in a different fashion
problems would become their own and they'd have compassion
shoulders would be there to be cried on
no situation would be too big to handle
if only we were all perfect
then we wouldnt have to "complain" about our issues
to the ones who we assume will care about us
if only we were robots with no feelings. no emotions
we wouldnt bother eachother with touchy subjects
we'd live perfect lives. in perfect homes.
with perfect situations. and perfect morals.
but until then. we're terrible people
who knock eachother down for every fault
who tell eachother problems are just too much to handle

when will we realize

what it means to be a friend?

so now i'll shut my problems out
of "your" life
i wont bring "you" into whats going
wrong with ME.

because I am just going through things
that you arent. and that has made you
superior to all that i am.
and i'm done. DONE.