Listening to: Hot Hot Heat
Feeling: chillin
So tonight/dawn a bit of the family came over for some barbacue or something. I wasnt there long becuase I had to go skate on down to the park and jr. high. Why? I recently become reaquinted with a tree and taking pics from the top of it. Anyways, around say 8:00pm my two cousins and my hermano busted into my room and just tore up the places. Went through my phone, my wallet, my camera, my notebook(I snatch it quick, my composition book, amanda)and really mad me angry. So angry that I had to lock myself out of my room to ensure that they wouldnt get in. Family is too close. Where are all the strangers?
what i've been writing is on loose paper, not in my book, my book is mostly thoughts...my story is tucked in my pocket at all times.