CAUTION SIGNS

the year is 2017. my ass is fatter. my skin is glowing. i don’t have any niggas ruining my life. my wallet is fatter.

I get emotionally attached to lyrics, like not necessarily a whole song just that one line that hits you in the gut and pulls out every emotion you can possibly feel and every time you hear that one line its like the whole world is okay for a few seconds.

2017 is the year of the progressive selfish savage. Do you, grow and glo, and fuck anything or anyone that tells you different. 2016 served us unlimited L's, so turn those loses into lessons and fucking go hard next year.

Sometimes we just want to be somebody’s first choice, someone’s first priority, whether it be in a romantic relationship or a friendship. Sometimes I can’t help but feel empty knowing that I am not, that I am someone’s second choice. As much as I try to love myself and take care of myself both mentally and physically, I can’t help but still want that person there to comfort me when I don’t have the strength to motivate myself.

This.

She did that

I fucking dieeeeeeee

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