It dont make sense

After bajillion years of selfreflection, i still cant figure shit out. How do ppl get things right? Trim the excess, and keep whats your's yours. How do you even know whats yours?

Im just gona blame this on the effin race that i was born into, and the friggin lame mentality that they choose to live on to.

Be real, and trust that someone, even one person can appreciate that.

I am that

i'm on 15, going on 16

16 years old. Do you remember how it was? Those years of rebellion, rebelling against anything, against everything.

Tell me you recall being steadfast and convinced of your ideals, of yourself, only to eventually allow the very ground you stood so firm upon to get pulled from right under your superficially firm feet.

I remember it all. 9 years later, I stand upon the same shaky ground. Sure of nothing, but sure that I don't want it all.

This kid here, zoo kid. If I was 16, I would want to be him.

But we always want to be someone else, be it in retrospect, present or in the future.

How long has it been? Who's counting?
Convenient explanation = lack of inspiration. It would be a stark untruth to say succumb to the typical excuse of ‘nothing has been going on in my life’. Mary, mary, quite contrary. Too much has been going on in my life. Dare I even articulate it? No, I daren’t, Instead, I’ll share various tracks which i have ever so indulgently overplayed in the past 3 months.

I will begin with Nicholas Jaar. LEGEND.

Here we go. Enjoy, lovelies.

After 25 years of living, breathing, and not wanting to be here, i realized, life is friggin unfair.

U get your dream bag but not your dream boy. And we all know dream boy >>>>>> dream bag.

Sigh, life.