Through the days that we met, i've noticed one single thing. That smirk. That smirk felt so real yet it was so fake from behind. That smirk was like an A-grade Louis Vuitton Fakie. I realized that, no matter how much shit goes down, your family will always be your family. Even if its from the help of a slap to the face or whatever that goes along those lines. I hate being fake, it's not in my dictionary. I try to be as real as things can be, i speak my mind and if people don't appreciate it, then by all means go ahead and tell me that i'm a retard or an idiot. I wish that sometimes people weren't so stuck up and really mean what that say, because in the end you can smell a lie even if its miles away. I'm going to be real with you, i didn't do all this because i wanted something back in return, i did it because it was in our best interest to not have that drama. So for those that know what i'm tryna interpret, i hope you all understand where i'm coming from.
Call me the bad guy, i'll take all the blame, but please, don't lie to yourself. Believe what you see with your own eyes, although you may be influenced by what you hear from others, take caution.
You're going to want to drink up, smoke up, do all sorts of things to take this pain away, but realize that you did this to yourself. Maybe go cry me a river and i'll maybe show some sympathy.
I'm done my time here, moving on and letting the past stay in the past. Deleted.
Leon.
