Confessions Friday

Truth--- Women are my f-ing weakness. I see the eyes and basically, become a mountain of puddy. Women that don't know me think I'm hardcore, until they get to experience some quality time around O-face. Then they realize, I should change my name too Mr. Softy.



Weakness---I battle severe depression. This shit is in my DNA and doesn't stop. I don't take medication because I don't wanna walk around like a zombie. Plus, I don't wanna have to explain to somebody snooping in my glove compartment or my medicine cabinet, what the deal is! Nobody around me even knows it. They would shit they're pants if they lived inside this body for 24 hours. My body and mind feel tired..tired like after a massive ejaculation. I feel like Lex Luther hung some kryptonite around my neck, but not a little nugget..but a super sized Flavor Flav kryptonite clock. I laugh too myself when I hear somebody make fun of other people who battle bi-polar personality, depression, or even schizophrenia. They have that luxury.