Let me tell you a story. What is it about?

Well, this is a story all about how,

My life got turned into a living hell,

Ttake a little moment to breathe in some air,

And listen to this story of the nothing that's there.

In hell itself, I was born and raised,

In the firepits where I spent the most of my days,

Burning, tortured, hurt outside the house, being experimented on like a simple mouse,

When Satan come up, and said to my face,

"To this very existence, you're a fucking disgrace."

I tried to kick his ass, but he beat me up,

And said, "You don't deserve this air,"

I headed away from Hell,

As Earth came near,

If anything, I could say it was a relief,

Getting away from all the fear.

I reached Earth about seven or eight,

Yelled back to hell:

"YO, FUCK YOU,"

Then I said to my loyal viewers:

"This is not fucking Bel-Air. Die."

That's not the story of how I got to Bel-Air.

The story is nothing of importance. I can't get someone off my mind! What else is new? Point ultimately is that I can't get HER off my mind. Why won't I tell you who it is? VanHelsing might find out, and not stop giving me shit for it. Haha. Nah, that's not what I worry about, I just don't feel like it matters. Because, by my count, ONE person here knows who she is, and that's not enough for me to reveal it.

But I may love her. Just how long have I repressed these feelings for? Now, if I told you that, quite a few of you might laugh at me.

Who is she? Just a girl who's in my dreams, making her obviously the girl OF my dreams, no less. A wonderful girl, indeed. And I'm being driven slowly to insanity, because, you want to know the truth?

I fucked up with her. On about May 13th 2007. Around 4:26 PM. I'd give a more precise time, but I try not to think about it too much. Doesn't matter if I TRY, though. she's on my mind, what seems to be night and day.

Do I like it? Well, yes and no, to be honest. I like it because, well, if I associate my feelings with her to the thoughts, they're quite possibly the best thing that I've ever experiences. Just as well, I can also enjoy them from the pain they cause, you know, the masochist in me. What can I say?

It's bad because I can't get her off my mind, and it drives me crazy. But who cares?

Is she HOT, or anything like that, like everyone seems to like for? Not necessarily. But I don't really care anymore. Because I got to know her for what most people didn't know her as: A person.

To most people, she's like a lot of other girls. A sex toy. Nothing more, and nothing less, that just disgusts me. Oh well, chastity is the way to go. Too bad they denied it.

Because heaven forbid that a guy ever see a girl as something more than someone to have sex with…

As a human being, as someone to enjoy being around with… And as someone who matters because they care, because they deserve someone who cares for them.

Silly MahFreenAmeh. Delusions of grandeur and self-centricism.

-MFA