Yo 69 Minutes really was a fucking horrible and predictive movie. But watching while high, my cousin and I are so intrigued…
Love is falling asleep or even just comfortably listening to the sound of your heavy breathing/snoring on the phone each night because it puts me at ease like lullabies but not nearly as close as your presence and embraces did just a few hours ago as you spent the night with me…
I’m beating myself up again. Damn, I really don’t wanna mess this up. I haven’t felt this good in a long time…
I’m gonna need the old Kanye to come back now.
The Kendrick Lamar’s…
The Lupe Fiasco’s…
The “Changes” and “Brenda Got A Baby” Tupac’s…
They need to come out now…
Real lyrics. Real music. Real hip hop. We need that.
Because fuck a Chief Keef, a Lil B, a 2 Chainz, a Future (fucking hate his voice)… Those dudes (please unfollow me if you are offended) are fucking disgraces.
The world needs strong people of integrity… Not that shit.
She keeps saying that I need to make myself happy. And I always get confused. I wanna be happy but… How do I make myself happy?
I’ve already acknowledged that I’ve depended on others to make me happy, to help me with everything. But how do I do this for myself?
I really need this guidance. It sucks that I do.
Maybe I need to see a Psychiatrist. But I can’t afford it.
While people are gaining, I am losing. Although you are beside me trying to hold onto me, I am slipping through your fingers… I am drifting away.
…for teaching me things I wouldn’t know otherwise.
Building stronger bonds with her and realizing things that somethings need to change
Realizing that I deserve better, I deserve more
Realizing that I can be stronger, I can be better, I can be more
I feel like a Queen
I feel important
I think I matter.
…hurt me on so many levels.
And healed me in so many ways.
It’s fun to watch movies we don’t originally care about but watch because there is nothing else to do. Today was a good day. *Ice Cube Voice*