Same Old..

11 days into December. Christmas is close by and New Years is right afterwords. I've become obsessed with the word "Nostalgia". The word comes to my mind every single day. I try to use it ever day at school because for some reason I'm beginning to miss the past. I fight my demons every night and try to fight to live another day. My chest begins to hurt from time to time. I'm gaining weight. People are still ugly and I sometimes don't even want to go school. Friday night was All City Toy Ride. I saw some people that I used to call friends. I realized those idiots just act like the little pricks I see everyday at high school. If one doesn't like you then all of them don't. Seeing Chynna and Geo all busy for awhile made me want to help them. I sat in the front desk helping those that were donating toys and checking if people were on the RSVP list. At the corner of my eye I could see someone staring at me. One of the old MoM ridaz just dogging me. He would turn around talk with his pals and look back at me. Like if he wanted a fucking photograph. Good thing I left that damn group. With the exception of a few, most of them are just stuck being a fucking teenager. Especially the damn leader. Ever since Drooby left to Detroit the MoMz have died out. They look like some social club that doesn't really do anything besides look like a bunch of thugs at bicycle rides. I think if Drooby was still here everything would be better. He was the only one that always managed to motivate me to look at things in a different way instead of the fucked up reality we live in. Saturday was my mother's birthday. I went to go celebrate with my family and Evelyn Salgado at Tokyo Wako in Arcadia. It's basically like a Benihana. They celebrated and drank. On the way back home we talked about the past, our favorite things and she couldn't remember where she lived. I dropped her off and finally got home. Silently undressed and now I'm here writing only because I feel nostalgic.