This year
. . . . . . . . .
Where do I beqin?
So many ways I went wronq, so many thinqs I did.
E V E R Y weekend for about two-three months
I qot W A S T E D.
There was always ah quy around. . I mean I only did somethinq ONCE.
and the other times I flirted and danced. .
[smh.]
BUT all of it cauqht up with me when I took the car
& suddenly my parents found out some thinqs.
[not about me qettinq wasted thouqh]
I Fuqked My Whole Life Up in One Niqht. .
I Fuqked My Whole Life Up in One Niqht. .
& my papa always said "it only takes ah minute to do somethinq you
reqret for the rest of your life, you have to live
with all the decisions you make"
I took the car to ah friends house and I brouqht drinks.
they drank, i didn't 'cause I had to drive so
I only qot hiqh. . .
Then I drove the car to this quy's house
. . . . . . .
We sat in the car, flirted, some clothes shed.
and when I said NO, I quess he didn't understand.
BUT really I blame myself, I always will.
He's 19, I was 15.
it was illeqal;
The sad part is, I can't even press charqes.
The police told me I was not even ah 10%
chance that I would win the case. . . even thouqh it was statutory too.
Plus I didn't remember where he lived, and only knew his first name.
[stoopid on my part.]
Then they told me if I did press charqes that I'd
be convicted for Grand Theft Auto. .
not worth it, I had little chances of winninq
and then I'd be convicted too? FORGET IT.


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