i'm going to start of by saying I know the actions i decribe are incredibly stupid, it would be just redunant to point that out.

this week i've been robbed by two drug dealiers and a heroin junky, had my first kiss, and dealt with more rejection than I ever have in the past.

the robbery was an accident waiting to happen, I had baught a new piece and non of my normal highschool drug dealiers could sell me any, i had to break in my new piece so i took a friend down to the ghetto in order to find weed where two drug dealier abruptly pulled a gun on us and took us inside their house.

the robbery taught me i have reason to live, until today I was just going to fade away. I have nothing to fear anymore every time I walk into a bar I will remember sitting next to that coke whore and her telling me about all the bad things they would probably do to me. and how I was not afraid, not even a little bit I did not break a sweat I kept calm, my heart didnt race, or anything. because I had no reason to be afraid just like i have no reason of being afraid of approaching hb20's. no, i have no reason to be afraid of anything anymore.

my first kiss was poingnant i learned how to make the first move and that the signs i'm looking for are not as obvious as I thought they would have been. see: she-called-me-over-for-a-booty-call-vt3 ... hout this.

*without these extreme experiences*