im doped up right now so just shut up damm im virouis like im looking for a room mate yeah i dont give a s**t who you really are just like if i need you just say yea i saw that s**t too like no s**t i ******** heard things no s**t thats why i leave all my tvs damm i feel so alone yea like last night i think or maybe a s**t load ago i was sitting in my bed crying for no reason about my boy bryce you know cuz i realized that he's in hell no lie and about the fact that i never got to explan to him who god was cuz all i talked about was jesus as my homie dog and i was like why im i ******** crying over a b***h that anit here and i was telling god make me stop and like seconds after i could not breath and i have these things were if i close my eyes sometimes its all white and smooth and others its black with shirls freakey s**t yea too many drugs mixed in with stabing my eyes with pencil wild child back to my story i closed my eyes and i couldnt breath and like i was like oh s**t bryce is ******** killing me ha i would to but like i was get flashs of white and black back a forth and telling god to let me breath and like i could not move and then i got a breath and pretty much took a s**t on myself yeah but i stopped crying and i dont get why i complain so much like i use to not give a s**t about anything and now im like eww a ******** hair thats so disuing im gonna die its a damm hair fling it off and eat your s**t damm before the fat girl snats comes but yea damm it i had something else to say ******** it