I don’t think i can hold it in my head.
My bad.
Not the one.
That girl man, what can I say?
It’s a bummer when things are incompatible. But I need you to hear me. The games I play are nothing compared to that one. Bring a man to his knees, on purpose. Test her knight, and when you finaly detach from a narcissist,with coldness,,,, geez..
Ugly.
The rumors I heard got real ugly.
And I was pretty convinced that all people are just horrible.
And That there is an underlying game in every single person you meet,
Negative.
Human hating š¤
Not because it’s trendy but because it’s sick and often correct.
And it is a sickness.
You have to be able to let shit go. Admit that you’re a fool and stand around saying “now what?”
Not angry.
You should be able to move past being pissed. At individuals or groups.
Forgiveness is a mother fucker.
I don’t know.
I really don’t fucking know and in turn..
I have nothing to say.
Only dysfunctions.
I’d tell her good game though.
Tell both.
No hard feelings. I don’t want to carry what you put me through anymore. Or how I reacted. I don’t want to think about it anymore.
(character assassination, through them interwebs)
I don’t care, I know the truth.
And I forgive her.
Smear a paintbrush through time.
Ugly colors š¤£
Fuck it .
Say your shit.
I’d have the same reaction if a Christian church was building housing developments.
Ten million from the congregation.
Whatever whatever.
I don’t think you know either.
I think confidence matters.
Anyways.
Pretty tired of confessing,I know that’s what a diary is for, but I’d rather write about death.
Rather type about the end than recollect that beautiful young woman .
Yea …
Death!
It’s coming, coming for you, coming for me
Hoorah!
Alright,,I don’t have anything to say, and it doesn’t stop people from talking…
It’s what we do.
I think white rap is cringy.
Opinion.
I think you people are crazy and we’re all ants under a jar.
Nowhere to go from there..
No new places to find.
Nothing to say nothing to say.
Because you have to be right,
dawn 