i just had a dream, where i was struggling taking a shit then after the shit got on the walls i woke up.
don’t bother coming to me if you’re on “he said, she said, he did, she did” shit. don’t be a middle man. if you can’t hold actual conversations without having someone else’s name in your mouth, i won’t give two shits on what you have to say.
watch how you talk about me, make sure what you speak is facts
if it’s not
you get embarrassed & it’s too late for you to take it back
from a place where my soul is damned, am someone who’s capable of ridding the dead of their dread to feel alive again with themselves in order to set them free.
i don’t get how its so hard for people to be honest & real.. you don’t have to put on a mask for attention or to be liked.


