• The plethora of problems I am facing in my life are becoming more apparent. I'm craving some love in my life yet, i'm not sure where to find it. My high school is a slum. Not the School per se, but the people in it are slummy. It's full of bumsquads, geeksquads, and disckheads. Allright, so what if I want a mexican novio. I'm in love with the thought of being in love with a mexican. I already have been in love with a mexican and maybe I still am. Who knows what I am anymore. What about those kids we call "mixed?" ya know like white&black, mexican&white, mexican&black. Sure, it'd be nice to just have someone of decent color in my life because of how "pasty" I am. Yes, I am super white. A nice peach color, though. Money. Money is another problem. There isn't any of that in my life either. No job, no money. No parents, no money. Bill, money :) but not really. He can be awfully stingy with his dinero if ya know what i'm sayin'. At least i've got 103 to take care of me, most of the time anyways. When i'm in dier need of some lovin' there's always Michael... or Ruben. Decisions, Decisions.

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