I shoudve been done by now. I've fallen like my parents before me. I wasn't doing it for them, but still. to see those around me go As I stare at the ceiling It all hurts. The only things that have gone right Are the hobbies I enjoy, but pursuit has Always seemed to falter. I don't know what to do. I'm lost again. I'm really really fucking lost. Haven't been home in two weeks. Hustling is aging. my soul is tired and I keep pushing it. My eyes are burned out My body aches. My mind is numb constantly calculating the next move. My heart; the pain is nothing new after 6 years of trial.


















