7.9.11
Exactly one year ago I thought….
I just deactivated my Facebook account. I wish there were to make it permanent. I don’t want to say I’ve left and then go back. Going against my word is my least favorite thing to do. 
      This invisibility is fucking with me.  I’m not supposed to matter. That’s what was said. So that’s how I felt. And I ain’t saying we were from the projects. When we pulled up to the supermarket, my mother used to say, in spanish, don’t ask for nothin. So, just like Kanye, we already had nothing and were expecting more of it.  Do you know how that feels? I felt like everyone around me had all the fly shit. I don’t know how I did it. I don’t know how I made it. And it already feels like I’ve fuckin made it.