YOUNG DAD

Im selling hella ——. Got money now. Still sad. So sad. Seen a lot. I don’t blame her. I blame me. It’s ok though. I go faster now. No time for a girl. No time for sex. I need a home. I copped plans already. 6 rooms. In Seattle. When I’m done with school I’ll flip reality money to get that home. Once I have that Home. I’ll blow my brains out in it. Life’s weird. I starting writing in this notebook once I started making deposits. School is easy. I got smart after I started feeling numb. Sometimes I feel insane. I feel lost. There’s no objective in anything here and that scares me. But it’s ok. Weed is there. I’m embracing all of this aimlessness with each exhale. I’ve fucked up enough to leave a stain in everyone’s mouth. Idk. I’ll figure out to get this crib and that’s it. Everything comes together at some point or not. If I think like Elon musk how can I fail.....