And fucking spiraling…
…and I can’t fucking stop the spirals.
True Inspiration. I love this shit.
I’ve come to realize that I love Iowa.
I was contemplating going back with Carrey but I realized this:
I especially hate Texas. Like with a fucking passion. I hate the people. I hate the weather. I hate the bugs. I hate the scents. I hate the trees. I hate the fashion. I hate the drama. I hate the letters involved to spell Texas. I hate the school systems. I hate the students. I hate the beaches. I hate the clubs. I hate the liquor. I hate…okay I love the food. I almost lied there for a second. I love the food and my family and my very few friends there. That’s it. Everything else can burn and die.
Iowa is where I wanna have all three of my botched marriages. Iowa is where I want my first domestic violence call. Iowa is where I want to grow as a person. And I realize I really have grown. So damn much. Two years ago I was hopeless. This is the life I love dearly.
‘I’ve got some friends
Some that I hardly know
And we’ve had some times
I wouldn’t change for the world’
How happy I am.
I thought I’d be broken without you.
I thought you’d consume my thoughts.
I thought you were gonna really effect my life.
But shockingly, you mean nothing. You are irrelevant now.
Thank you though.
For showing me firsthand how nasty this world can be.
For showing me that the word love can stab just as hard as hate.
Thank you for showing me just how low I can take myself before I fall.
But more importantly, thank you for showing me that you don’t define my life.
Thank you for every day that I wake up and appreciate the smallest things.
The shoes were great and I’ll wear them without a single shred of sadness.
I deserve to hear it everyday.
Seriously, thank you.
My life is fucking great. (:
Telling me I drink too much is like
Telling me that YOLO is cool.
It’s not. I know I do.
I don’t really give a fuck about a nigga named liver.
Also, I deserve to party.
It’s not like I’m smoking crack with 18 kids.
I have none. I work my ass off.
I have a great head on my shoulders.
Basically come Thursdays, eat my ass. I’m gonna drink. I’m gonna rape tangerines.
I do what I want!
Stop judging me, cause genuinely I could care less.
It’s Monday. I’m gonna watch CNN.
I’m probably gonna masturbate.
I’ll probably eat some Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
What the fuck have you done so great lately?
do all these people know me on here?
My life has changed so much.
I’m starting to appreciate my morals and values that have led me to live my life like I wanted to, and how I wanted to.
I feel depressed though.
In this exact moment.
I can’t figure out why.
I just feel…like shit.
I’m sure this has everything to do with my willingness to just lay and take your negligence.
You’re hurting me.
Dude, I wanna go to Florida. Why don’t white people believe in vacations anymore?
Also, I’ve realized that I, might be missing out on my artist side by dwelling on the negative things in my life. I’m normally very fucking positive but apparently drinking makes you very negative. Maybe…I should stop drinkng? Pssh nah. Who the fuck hangs out with normal people anymore?
Also, a, little dabble of poetry…
Let’s escape to forever and pretend never existed.
I’d run away with you if only you persisted.
I’ll sing the songs of all your dreams if you pretended you’d stay here with me…
If only for tonight…
That was gay. I’m aware.
Blah blah I may kinda miss you Ed.
Kill me now. (:
I’m not an alcoholic. Alcoholics go to meetings, I just party.
I swear to God, I don’t know what I’d do without all of you!
You are seriously the most amazing man I’ve ever met in my life.