Moments

I drink I have sex I sleep like any other human being I go to strip clubs  bars what more to do let's say I have my moments some are good some are bad but who gives a fuck I'm myself I get drunk get high use hot Cheetos as cocaine no just playing around just one time I'm fucked up
I do stupid shit I do the 3 steps to a girl or guy Kiss,Sex,Ditch em same shit
But I do have a brain so I use it sometimes my heart is well I don't think I have one my mother always told God is watching you and he will forgive you for anything you do not everything like kill I'm fucked but I feel if I met God he would slap the shit out of me and send me to hell for the shit I've done I can be fun too except you'll end up in a cell afterwards crashing my car getting out and leave and everyone judges me for the shit i do which isn't fair cause like God said we are not not perfect and we have our flaws and bad habits 13 smoked weed 14. Ran away and what's worse is that when you live with a fucking religious family it no tag your it shit it's sinner you'll burn in hell and they expect so much of you my dad thought of me as  a demon child or mistake my sister became a pianist at the church my mom was a psychologist so she knew if something was wrong it was annoying and still is but she was the only who saw through my flaws a lot she was the only one who understood me now look at me in a building hearing sex upstairs can't sleep and never have been a relationship I'm a wreck every where I go I fuck up more those are my moments now you may be wondering where is this fucking story going to right?. Well if you want the story here we go warning you this isn't a fucking love story believe me I should know since I'm telling you.