i love youuuu?
Summer’s gone, and now I’m stuck at home in an endless summer. The unsatisfying taste of shitty air and rain are stuck in my mouth, rather than the sweetness of the air and the lightest steps I’ve ever taken. It was around the time of living with my dad I realized life was so much more than just getting a job and becoming stuck, and also realized that I will be apart of the era of the kids with unspoken minds and a lot of trouble in their hearts. I will not stand by and become another lemming of society.
The life ahead that once haunted my mind for years is now filled with more ideas than I can handle. More opportunities than I have seen in my whole life flashed before my eyes in a months time, and now it’s time to handle this situation.
Dear Blake Robbins,
If you ever have the time to read this, I will know you have become more than anyone thought you would. Fuck anyone who says other wise. They aren’t you so how are they supposed to know what YOU are capable of? Always decide what’s right for yourself, anyone else can eat shit.
Let’s hope so, because everyone I’ve ever met so far is a bunch of cunts.
WHAT THE FUCK. I just want to paint and shit. Throw me a fucking bone.
I swear we’ll never die, I swear.
It’s all fucking bullshit, Dude, I swear. The only thing keeping me from killing bitches is the jail time. Hopefully the weeks ahead won’t be so stupid. That’s all.
What’s the matter, Bra Bra?
Bra Bra, as it stands now, turning 18 fucking sucks. Still doing the same old school work that is relentless to my sleep schedule. Getting a job? Yeah right, as soon my body is clear from toxins I guess. Getting my life together as we speak, son!
Who really wants to get a job though? Not I. As far as I’m concerned, a job can blow deez nuts and I’ll get money on my own terms. Maybe move to the Northside and slang crack rocks. Atleast that wouldn’t make me get out of my bed in the morning.
Shit, guys, I guess that’s all for now.
Probably the Netherlands. Meet some swamp monsters ‘n shit.