Game, Yelawolf: Rough. Gotta Spit This One Aloud, Or Shut The Fuck Up

Life

In a million pieces

Scattered on the floor, real and pretend

He stares in the mirror rappin a million feces lines about a million feces friends

About a million feces reasons to always call them again

Come one nigga, we African

Your poems are so passionate we'd love to have you back again

Life: I'm smashin' it!

I know the bad luck that that brings

I see myself in my third I so I ain't afraid of anything.

Weird echos used to spook my soul, now I know that god is really defending me

So I feel no harm in throwing my head back and laughing at the tragedy of what you pretend to be

Sending me vindication, bottles of wine with Life 

Plus a wedding ring

I ain't married to the game

I'm engaged to the everything

All I need is the cake, a date, a wedding singer

I was thinking Beyoncé.

I love you

mk

It's raining outside. But not so much raining as generally being wet and slushy and cold and unattractive. Typically my kind of winter weather.
Right now I'm a little bit sad, as I am wont to be every so often- you can typically tell my mood by the words I use. +Victorian = +Sad. I've read Oliver Twist many times, and always find it quite creepy.

Sigh. No one to call and no one to write, though I'm sure plenty of people would love it if I would call them, although that really doesn't matter, because I either don't know them or don't like them.  Too many stupid people exist, in my opinion. All schools should be burned down and all teachers should be fuckin fired. Except for a few of them... Teachers, that is.

I hated school. "Oh, man, you're extra smart! Here's a bunch of extra work and some crazy-ass teachers and... yea no real benefit. There ya go!" Jeez. I suppose at least now I know JP and I am real good at the French, and I've read Oliver Twist more times than you have. Loser.

I barely have anything to complain to you about. If I knew you, and trusted you, and could see the look in your eyes when I say 'I love you' maybe different story, but that's not the case, so I'm just sitting here, typing vague stuffffff being down on myself because offfff and ... but mostly.

I think I'll take a nap.

Today I thought some shit that kinda hurt my feelings..
At first I was sort of shocked to hear myself utter such a thought, and then, as it dawned on me more and more, I understood myself.


I need a friend.