believe the hype. believing in the hypothetical. having no conviction. the possible life. the possible day. the possible end. don't hold it to me. it aint me. believe the hype.
today is november 2nd. i have no money. rent is due, bills are due, projects are due that require materials i cannot afford. i have no cigarettes and i feel like crying but i want a shoulder. my last glimmer of hope for a job just died. my friend who was getting me the job said the manager said she couldn't hire me because i seemed uninterested, like i didn't care. fuck me fuck my life this, i do not like feeling these stupid problems that don't matter fucking up the things that do. i don't know what i'm going to do. i don't know what i'm going to do.
i got a job. i have a pack of cigarettes devon is spending more time out of the house and im workin on some sweet shit. michael be with yall.