#thingsbojackwouldsay

sometimes our stressors become too much for us to bare

breathing becomes hard

head becomes numb

heart begins racing

sometimes we don’t know where to turn but down.

the fame, the attention, the likes, the shares, the followers. That’s what everybody thinks is important.

we look back at who we were

we look at who we’ve become

sometimes it doesn’t seem like we’ve come that far.

some people got it all wrong

do i think it’s “cool” to drink and do drugs, no?

i mean hell yeah it’s fun, but there’s a reason we make the bad decisions we make.

to escape reality.

just for a little bit.

kinda always feels like i’m reaching for things that aren’t really there.

goals seem unattainable

dreams seem like just that;

life is a trip

do we take “trips” to escape this trip known as life?