I took my bruises, took my lumps.

Fell down and got right back up.

I'm going to be going on a haitus for a while on this blog. There's really no reason that stands that which resulted in me taking a break.

I guess I don't see the point of this blog anymore because I'm basically typing to myself. Besides, I can't even name specific names on this in case someone does read it.

Well, right now, I'm actually feeling a bit down again. I don't know, sometimes I don't know who my friends are. That person who I thought was a friend has me questioning at times because of his or her motives. What is up with people these days?

I'm also feeling a bit pissed off because of various reasons which once again are too complicated to even attempt to explain; what's the point?

I really like the title of this blog because from when I first started, I kept taking bruises, and I kept getting hurt. Now that I'm done, I've pretty much gotten up even though things still aren't perfect.

Finally, I can't seem to wirte anymore. Everytime I try to write a poem it comes out for a couple of lines and I just can't seem to carry on. I don't know what's wrong; perhaps I'm trying to be too perfect. But I just have all these thing I want to say in my writing, argh.

This is very fustrating.

Today's lyrics will be from Beautiful by Eminem; it's quite long.

I'm just so fucking depressed, I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump, but I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up, in order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm starting to feel distant again, so I decided just to pick this pen
Up and try to make an attempt to vent but I just can't admit or come to grips
With the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
And I know some shit so hard to swallow, but I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow, I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow, but you'd have to walk a thousand miles...

In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we'd find, look at shit through each other's eyes

P.S. I might update once in a while to post meaningful lyrics but I won't really be back to "blog"

Haitus starting now.