life is full of choices. you live for reminscing or regret its hard to strive for peace. when most of the population depressed. too many people to impress. i feel miles away from progress. sitting here stressing. i guess im too money obssessed. facing the facts. going thru hustlers upsets. thinking why me. god... and wtf is next
"Lust addicted alcohol sippin', Monster in the making with destruction in it's vision/ constantly mistaken for a lesser of it's division, Always under pressure and can never make right decisions/ trying to fight to stay in the social scene that he lives in, but without the bottle and nicotine there'd be no way to fit in"-Myself
