To Whom it May Concern

I feel I need to seek answers, why, I know not. I feel so "bored", like, not a soul can understand how I feel. Funny thing, is I choose to be like this, not necessarily, barely, I just don't have any folk like me to spend time with. Anyways, I don't hold grudges forever, or for a minute for that matter, lately my thoughts and feelings in words have all been scattered, like scrabbled eggs served off the platter. I guess this helps keeps me sane, just kidding. I'm just being strong, I wish not to revert back to old ways, like the old days, starring in old "plays", I'd rather be this way if it keeps me outta those days. I mean, it's easy to party hard like Paris, almost every one's doing it, she's just not scared when it comes to the public viewing it. I mean, I think about it, if everyone knew what y'all do, y'all would probably be running like they all do. As long as they don't know, you're comfortable. I have a dilemma trying to understand that manner. That's why I'm good like this, I keep it real like this. I did my thing, but I can still do my thing, but what I'll do if I do my thing, is my thing. Anyways, what you think about this, I'm really not concerned.