Literally everyday is something new with me, it’s kind of crazy.
The mailman is outside my house right now…and it’s 07:24 in the morning!
Drakeo died yesterday. Crazy. I heard he got stabbed in the neck.
. I will stumble across a feeling, randomly, without looking for one…but there it is. That same ole’ feeling. Don’t know where it came from in the first place, and don’t know where it will goes when it isn’t within me
There was a period in my life where I did actually write blog posts every morning, but it wasn’t even for this blog? Like, wtf.
This morning literature that I write Has got me feeling quite alright I’ve met a many They do the same To others this task seems