Trashpc9

If Y’all was me y’all would’ve killed y’all selfs by now

Dawg don’t wanna do nothing in life, he don’t wanna be big, he had dreams but stifled by depression, bro never learned a lesson. Bro still need a confession. He know if he die he won’t go to heaven. He wants to die. But the angles won’t let me, the pounding feeling within him, no motivation but a job with barely over minimum wage. Everyone acts fake. He hates his life and job. But getting money in a bank account doesn’t even evolve into happiness anymore. He seems to think where he went lost but undoubtedly it’s something deep. Maybe it’s God. Wants cars for slight pleasure. But bro knows he can have it worse than this. He knows people kill them selves over a used toothbrush and unsolved mental issues. Eyes water up but no tears, he has no fears but his own mind, if you could replace your brain. He used to think if you shoot your brains out then you can just replace it. Unfortunately. Life doesn’t work out the way it does, ever. Forever wishing he was did. Doesn’t pose a threat to anyone, feels down with no confidence or self esteem. He likes to write this here cause no one will hear.

Finna be rich or sum

I’ll be showcasing my crack addiction

Let me find a way out of this addiction please