the world must know I am going through mental hell because I got a free chai tea latte at Starbucks….
I’m coming to the conclusion that I`ll never be that person to start as a subordinate and grow to a monster CEO that I always see myself. I`ll never be that powerful attorney using my knowledge to prove what is right, my innovative twisted ass House like brain ready to challenge the “land of the free, home of the brave” perception of the USA. I’ll never be that songwriter cause I am missing something in my heart, and I am lonely now…is this my fuckin top?
can I conclude that my top is…my rock bottom ?
Bball shorts in the winter because im that numb
its relatable to icebox being where whatever the fuck was really there, because I can admit my mind been this fucked since I was 12…
and Im 12 again.
and somehow I can help everyone else but my own damn self.
