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Yeah keep stalking me

I've been asked this like 4 times, no.

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i am in that percent but even so people will always find a way to talk down on you even if you're happy which is fine since everyone is entitled to their own opinion. i just wish everyone could mind their own business, kermit the frog style.

why do we always question ourselves like we don’t already know whats up? the closest thing to the truth is actually telling it, admitting it. buying liquor at 630 am means you’re an alcoholic and you’ve been drinking everyday since you don’t even know. i quit drinking after my ddub, cuz i got pissed test, violating probation, and had to see a substance abuse counselor. it was nice honestly to talk to someone unbiased. a stranger to pour your bull shit on. she gave me worksheets, made me think, made me tap into the old demi. was there ever even a demi. been called so many names I’ve done lost myself. i know who i am but i don’t care who ill be. its just like a backgammon bored, shuffling along by a society stick. tick tick tick. only a matter of time before I’m completely erased. new game. reset. when i die will i forget? guess ill find out. i consistently think about death. not in an emo tear my heart out and bleed me dry kind of way, but in a way that i know its a-coming. can’t shut out the future or past. your past shapes your future. dwight told me that we live our lives the best we can, but why do we always do things we know are wrong? we think oh we won’t get caught. no one will know. who’s no one? your girlfriend? parents? police? its funny that we live these lives just to runaway from; so you’re yourself right, physical, mass, energy, slaving away, paying, to live, just to escape. heaven or las vegas? is heaven las vegas? vegas is like a dream. nothing like new york or lost angels. theres a vibe there that just makes you feel regal, for the time that you’re there. they say karmas a bitch, so the amazing wonderlust of time spent in vegas, comes down hard, crushing your lungs and frontal lobe with reality. REALITY IS A HELL OF A DRUG. as soon as you wake up your mind is flooded with thoughts. mishaps. what you should and shouldn’t have done. conversations you practice. daydreams of a future that you know won’t come true. not all of us have parents that can just give us 14 million dollar loans for us to build an empire and potentially rule the americans. so again we live our lives the best we can. but are we really living? do we really know were alive? are we just amoeba spreading our filth across the earth? yup we’re definitely alive. legacy? lol. what legacy does a “stripper” have. so sick of people talking down to me like I’m scum of the earth because i shed my skin for the god we trust LMAO. what a funny concept. its funny how money can make you degrade yourself or even compel you to be a criminal. yes in god we trust lololololololol.