I wonder if heaven got a ghetto?

I'd like to think life ends up with the choices you made along the way. Just like The choice to let someone else help you for a change. In the end you just have to trust your zen. And just be done with that.

I cant believe i dropped the ball at a time like this. My teams losing and Im running and running but they keep catching up. I lost and i dont know i really dont know if i can make a comeback. Once again im in a rut, and theyres no stopping the judgement from the audience. No stopping them from eating me alive.

If someone tells me they miss me one more time i will birth a cow...shutup and hit me up then!

"Im gonna do what I want, cause I do what i want everyday. Why in the hell should I stop drinkin whatevers in my cup? People need to mind they're own business. I dont care if its heroin in my cup...bitch its MY cup"

What is there anymore? To be or not to be. Im on the road to recovery.

How mindless and apathetic have i become? It would be so easy to just pack up and leave Just to hire some guy with a machine to erase that horrible memory. Those horrible people. Those horrible things. like in that one movie, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

Ive become extremly tired.