Pull Up Your Big Boy Pants
Sometimes I feel like crying, crying without any reason, because I'm tired. Tired of everything and everyone. Especially here at Franklin Plaza. I thought when I moved in here from Barton apartments I was moving to a better place.
Instead I find:
1. Gossip never stops
2. False accusations go along with the gossip
3. The five yearold sand box games just go from one extreme to another.
For awhile I got caught up in it, but that stopped after I got my one and only write up. People I stay in my apartment or go for walks to stay away from your childish bull shit. A lot of you need to put on your adult pants and start acting like the adults you are.