man up, son.

shit is so high school. girls, boys, work, the drama, the laughs. three months and it's all gone. friends from middle school? POOF! hanging out early morning? POOF! he-say, she-say? POOF! all of it, GONE! but guess what? i'm still in that last satge of public education. however, all the stuff vanished soo long ago. i'm over it. no tears, no bruises, no scratches just product & result. truly yours, asya picasso. "sheesh asya you can't be so blunt, dumb it down," edmund says. *note big bro, i'm not beat. niggasz & bitchesz be wildin'. i feel like slapping them & saying "man up, son!"