Shit, Shittier, the Shittiest.

Young Man: My doctor told me you're bad for my health. But it's alright I've been ill long before I met you.
Lady: Really? What's your sickness?
Young Man: Being the nice guy.


What a deadly disease it is indeed. So last week my proclaimed "PERFECT WEEK" became the worst week. And this week was even shittier. SO how do I recover? By not doing shit. I've been stepped on and played before, I'm not afraid of dying, and I've dealt with the same type of bullshit before. It's whatever. I'll just keep trying to find the perfect girl, die when it's my time, and learn from my mistakes again. These past couple weeks have drawn so much energy from me it is ridiculous. Eh hopefully life picks up. Oh yeah they should be a happy post soon for Deaj and all you other California fam. From BayArea to SoCal. It's the only place that can keep me happy no matter the situation.

A product of writing after a horrible phone call and trashy night.

Yeah so it was like 2 am and I couldn't sleep. Had a horrible phone call, boring night, and nothing made up for it. So the product of the night was a poem sorta a song too cuz I had a beat in my head haha. Enjoy?

His heavy heart sinks to the bottom of the dark
No one knows how he can still stand
He's taken all types of pain known to man
He's been told every lie
And he makes the same mistake everytime
No one knows how he can withstand the pain
He walks as if he has no heart, just the brain
No emotions shown
No emotions for him to own
The young man walks around holding what he's got left
He holds all his problems in, bearing his chest
His charming, naive smile is a lie
Think back to all the times he could've cried
He holds his tongue and contains to show his pride
He was only trying to find the right girl
But everytime they just fucked up his world
Every situation ends with a big sigh
For now his only wish is to go off and die