Yo otber month i strolled into some mans house cause i was buying weed and the dude was like white house with porch and i got there on google maps and was a white house with a porch and yooo you shouldve seen that mans face i thought he was gonna try and punch me or some shit and somehow he just knew i was looking to buy somethin it was a mess i was just like petting his dogs in his HOUSE lmao

I owe my train of thought
To my former self
And of my lifeless rot,
I owe that to my health

The wishes that i keep
I owe that to my stealth

For all that i am,
Is who that i was

I dont add up. Im like a trapeze artist slipping farther down the ropes. I somehow catch the next but with less and less certainty. Im a underacheiver. Im not confident with my progress. The puzzle pieces are fitting but im just throwing the pieces down. Nothing is calculated everything is just by chance working. Im not ahead im not trying hard enough. Im failing. I am not taking control im letting the world control me. The only way ill be happy is if i try harder. Push my brain to new pointsget sore and suceed.

Im 19 but ive aged about 30 years