Maybe I wasn’t here first. Maybe I don’t know what you know. Maybe I mean nothing. But I try. I try hard as hell. And I’ll care more than you’ll ever know. And when you realize what you’ve lost… You’ll be sorry.
When it seems like you can’t get your point across,
Like no matter what you say to someone,
Their response has nothing to do with what you just told them,
What the fuck can you say?
I get so confused when I don’t know what I want.
Stoned thoughts, stoned again.
So I had this thought when I was stoned, and it seemed like it was just a stoned thought…. But I started thinking about how I’m constantly thinking and verbalized almost all my thoughts. It comes to the point where when I’m talking to someone I don’t even get anything from the conversation because I don’t listen. I’ve lost my listening skills. And that makes me sad.
So I’m in a car while this is happening. And some bad rap song is playing. I’m thinking about how twista? The rapper is so good and how too many people try soo hard to be like some kind I awesome rapper. I only like a few rappers. Maybe I’m too critical.
But then I wondered how he came up with lyrics so fast. Then I thought he’s probably just thinking all the time. Thinking about words that rhyme and phrases that sound good together. Like how michael Jackson always and a tape recorder and just constantly recorded ideas for songs.
So I don’t know if it’s because I’m stoned now too, but if I don’t think it’s that bad of a thought anymore. Because I came to the conclusion that if I just write all my thoughts maybe I can get really good at writing.
Idk.
I’m stoned again.
turkey sandwich
All I got tonight
Is this turkey sandwhich
And the tv.
Finished the sandwich
King of the Hill is on
well fuck it.
bedtime Js
I should get back into them.
suppressing > feeling
happy > reality


