Since i was just a kid i dreamed to express my feelings what i actually love, i aspired to work hard and i eventually achieved the goals that my mind has set for me, but untill i realized i didnt actually know how i would achieve my dream, because everyone hated it, they hated my own vision, everyone liked girls, but i liked something more that reflected my feelings. and they hated that too, i was scared, petrified, and i feel bullied because i couldn't exercise my rights and i couldnt express my feelings this way untill one day.. i actually found the courage to commit into it, i commited to my feelings, i brought objects that related to it, i wasnt scared of hiding it anymore, i even dared to flaunt about it, but i still think of other people's thoughts, but i said what the hell, they didnt know what love meant, i kept changing how i look, somewhere along the line, someone called me a ♥♥♥♥♥♥, a ♥♥♥♥♥, but i didnt care, after a faithful year everyone knew what i was, a Communist.

Alright nigra's, Captain Negross here to drop some knowledge bombs on ya asses.



Firstly and lastly:

Never ever listen to a women about what a women wants.