i can’t sleep tonight.
i’ve been laying in my bed,
tossing and turning for hours.
don’t want to watch a movie.
don’t want to play video games.
i’m just here.
feeling low key depressed.
i can admit it.
i guess this is the part where i am supposed to call someone to fuck.
as i wish i could with someone who cares about me,
i decided to get up and write something.
i don’t know.
i don’t even know if its going to make fuckin’ sense.
i just felt this urge to write the first thought on my mind…
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don’t fucking tell me i’m not looking for a job hard enough,
“just take anything”,
or time is running out on my life.
how dare you???
you want numbers because i got a ton of numbers for ya.
i got so much numbers,
they’re steadily flying out my ass.
lets start with (100)….
this is the nba baller wolf booby gibson i’m use too.
reciting 2pac lyrics.
well this is the booby gibson an hour ago on instagram…
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