Tears, bloody tears
I was walking down the street while tryin to stop tears rollin on my face.
I couldn't.
Tears represent hurt, happiness, _feelings_.
It also represents weakness at the same time.
Lord, I gotta be strong.
I hate myself 4 being this weak...

I have this neighbor that keeps bugging others' family and never realizes that her daughter (and herself) are much worse than any other people's daughters that she always brags about. She warns mothers around about their children being bad and gets mad whenever people walk pass her and don't greet her.

(She NEVER greets people first. She WANTS people to greet her first. If people are too busy with their businesses and don't even notice her and they forget to greet her, she gets MAD and immediately WARNS the family member of those people to TEACH them about RESPECT. While she and her daughter NEVER greet other people first. When questioned why she doesn't greet people first when she sees someone and why other people MUST greet her first and while in the other hand we only see her talk to one or two people in the neighborhood coz NO ONE ACTUALLY WANTS to really TALK to her and her daughter, she just answers, "Ow, me? Me and my daughter only greet certain people that WE LIKE.").

WTF