dear definitely awake diary,
i don't wanta be up. ima sleep late kid. but the programming choices in my head were not favorable this morning and i couldn't find the remote to change the channels- so here i am- doing you instead. i ain't complaining like some people might tho, i love doing you. because when i come back and read this shit later- it blows me away- cuz i'll remember thinking the exact same shit that i've written and be like "whoa, what a trip- that is bone ass accurate," and then i'll laugh and read the next one and be like, " i remember dreaming that shit.. that turned out to be a good ass day." whatever comes into my mind is what i write down- usually. i don't sit around and think about things to put here- if that's what you're wondering. i look around the room and something will pop in my head real fast and POOF it goes right down my arms to my fingers and on to the page up there and presto- it's all yours. i don't really have many thoughts of my own anymore. i figure fuck it- i don't need them. i don't even want them. secrets are stupid. i cant keep them anyway. not anymfmore.
i don't wanta be up. ima sleep late kid. but the programming choices in my head were not favorable this morning and i couldn't find the remote to change the channels- so here i am- doing you instead. i ain't complaining like some people might tho, i love doing you. because when i come back and read this shit later- it blows me away- cuz i'll remember thinking the exact same shit that i've written and be like "whoa, what a trip- that is bone ass accurate," and then i'll laugh and read the next one and be like, " i remember dreaming that shit.. that turned out to be a good ass day." whatever comes into my mind is what i write down- usually. i don't sit around and think about things to put here- if that's what you're wondering. i look around the room and something will pop in my head real fast and POOF it goes right down my arms to my fingers and on to the page up there and presto- it's all yours. i don't really have many thoughts of my own anymore. i figure fuck it- i don't need them. i don't even want them. secrets are stupid. i cant keep them anyway. not anymfmore.
