23!! I'm an Emcee, producer/engineer striving to make a dent somewhere, maybe somewhere as simple as your mind. If you want to get to know me, just do it.
I never knew how annoying it was to have the same name as someone else at work.
Fuck that other Edwin, he can suck a dick.
I wonder how a Joe, or John, Juan, David, Jessica and all the common named people feel.
Because I don’t like this.
2 out of 5 beats are dope now. It’s better than not making any though right?
Lets see if we can make 3 out of 5, or even 4 out of 5 eh?
You can make a heart in your coffee, I’m really good at making a hurricane.
The reason I don’t keep in touch with friends is because I don’t think I’m worth their time, because I over think things and freak out, because I have stupid anxiety issues.
At first they’re cool and understanding, then they’re like, “quit being a fuckin drama queen, why don’t you just go in your shell again man” (a friend recently told me that actually, he doesn’t understand I can’t do a fuckin thing about it).
I don’t know, I don’t know how to do this whole, “explain how you feel in a text post” deal. I just wish people would understand its not easy for me.
Today I freaked out, my sister called me to ask where I was and if I could pick up lemons from the grocery store. I told her I had no money and she sighed and said, “nevermind, whatever don’t worry about it, bye” and I felt so useless I had to pull over and almost cried, I couldn’t breathe right and I blanked out for a good two minutes. Luckily my gf was with me and she calmed me down, and that’s basically what she’s been doing lately.
I really need some help.
I really don’t know why people follow my blog. But thank you again.
You buncha babes.
My life is sporadic blood pounding in unison
with vibrations of dust mite formations,
processing and evaluating
brain wave ocean typhoons
in the eyes of a mouse in a mansion.
I made a badass beat with a friend, and I have no Internet connection to send it to my friend, I FEEL SO HELPLESS.