2010
I died in 2010.2010... the year I figured out I didn't know shit
The year I figured out I wasn't shit.
The year I figured out he wasn't shit, neither was he, he wasn't shit either.
The year I figured out that bitch and that bitch wasn't shit.
The evolution has been rough.
I'm just telling it like it is.
2010 was the year I departed with my 2004 to 2009 dead weight and even that 1995 overweight, dead weight, bitter, SKANK.
Blank sheet, it most definitely is. If not...damn near.
The youth, my friends, little by little, is being sucked out of my eyes.
I saw this ugly world.
Recognized my empty ambition.
Recognized my intuition.
Became a recluse
And got way too comfortable in a skin that wasn't my own.
Confusing right?
2010 was the year I got dropped on my ass from my High School mentality, the little that was left from 2009.
2010 was the year that I dined at expensive restaurants, spent time with important people, competed, felt defeated, created an action plan, went for it, succeeded...with grace...surprised myself. Doesn't mean a thing.
2010, you can stick a needle in each and every body part but I would not move because I was so numb.
2010 was the year that shit got too real.
The evolution has been rough.
I had been thrown in the middle of nowhere to find herself again
She's in 2011!
