Hahaha
So now I’m seriously considering suicide :) Like the plans have been made. The first day I’m home alone, I’m going to drive into my garage, roll down the windows, and turn on the car, and fall asleep. The CO2 will kill me.
I have nothing to say except life is utter bullshit. Your friends become enemies, people start acting funny, your enemies become the realest niggas in your circle.
No one appreciates music, they only value entertainment. If the art doesn’t entertain anymore, then I don’t want to do this anymore. I refuse to be your clown.
My family doesn’t even know what I am and what I’ll become is easily worthy of their disappointment because they understand nothing.
I feel so lonely with both of my groups of friends. The ones I’m fake with, well, I’m fake with them. The ones I’m real with, I’m lonely around. Because they don’t understand. And I don’t understand them. I’m still the black sheep and always will be.
People keep playing with my heart. Words don’t mean shit. Promises are nothing. Everyone is spineless. I can’t live in a world where words mean nothing. I’m so done. The next time I’m home alone, I’m out of this bitch.
Bye.











