your doom is near. oh, isnt this cute?:

please, please, please let me get what i want
lord knows it would be the first time

so many obstacles making my heart race.

If someone grew up in a cubicle as Plato once suggested

They would only know the cubicle and not the world outside it

And they wouldn't view the cubicle as something geometric

We only know it's a cubicle because we live outside it



Now the one inside the cubicle can't comprehend the measurements

Because measurements are models made up for and by observers

Relative to their position on the outside of the cubicle

Though understand objectively so they can study further



If I grew up in a cubicle the walls are in my universe

Id have no knowledge of the entirety like the outsiders do

If you follow what I say and can swallow the powdered water

Close your eyes and open your minds, this one's for you

We dont know the rules of our heads

From inside these cubicles we cant see the truth

No one really knows exactly what happens when we think

Therefore we can never really ever know anything

my brain is telling me one thing, and i've got my heart telling me three OTHER things.
what to do ? i suppose i could continue racking my brain till my head implodes, or till i figure out what the fuck is going on in the life of me.



shit, this is worse than a fork in the road.

i bought my ticket today... i'll be movin back to the ATL apr. 28 biiiiitchesssss
fiinaaaalllyyyy

I burned a couple bridges. I'm feelin good about it, shit was long passed due. Time for a new chapter. You? nah - you don't know shit about fresh starts. You run in circles and re-kindle shitty old friendships once your previous friends want nothing to do with you or your scumbag habits. I, personally, hope you OD successfully the second time around. Dumb fuck.



neew slaaang: do you know what REALLY bugs me? phonies.
dontreadonmex: aaaaamen

misery loves company

HEY YOU, GET OFF MY CLOUD. YOU DONT KNOW ME & YOU DONT KNOW MY STYLE. TRY AND TAKE MY HEAVEN, THEN I GOTTTTAAA GIVE YOU HELL.

stripin' away the layers and reveal your soul
ya gotta give yourself up and then you'll become whole
you're a slave to yourself and you don't even know
you want to live the fast life but your brain moves slow
if you're trying to stay high, you're bound to stay low
you're cup's already full then it's bound to overflow
if you're drowning in the waters and you can't stay afloat
ask ijah for mercy and he'll throw you a rope
like a King without his Crown
you keep fallin' down
you really want to live but can't get rid of your frown
you're tryin to reach unto the heights and wound bound down on the ground
out of night comes day {and} out of day comes light





03/09 ATLANTA OR BUST.

exhausted by the storm before the calm, holding on to a memory keeping it warm within my palm. wake up, Time Bomb, the clock is ticking. all you got's a pot to piss in and some wrong decisions and here you are again, emotions in your hand like your powerless, an innocent victim of circumstances.
tell me that it hurts again. tell me that it weighs you down. tell you that you need me and I'll tell you that I hate you now. FUCK YOU, you don't know what you need. and this is the last time I'll tell you, next time I'm gonna leave.

I can't watch your destruction
I can't trust your judgement
I swear to God your better then this
I wish you'd quit those drugs, bitch

i am flawed if i'm not free.
things are good. let them stay that way, please.

so, I live with a beast. basically. im mad sick of deliberately gettin fucked with &spit at. im gonna start benching 300lbs daily so I can beat this idiots ass. im about at my breaking point vcfkdj0owesluj motherfucker!





I start school january 5th. im gonna be paying student loans off till im 60, most likely. FTW!

this year has been really strange, thus far. I've grown and experienced so fucking much in the past 6 months & to be totally honest its a bit overwhelming. im doin this whole 'focus on yerself' type thing and I guess that's going alright; I mean im really just trying to get myself the fuck out of this town - whether it be south florida or the west coast - I just need the fuck out. for good.

with that being said, my days as of late have consisted of workin, ganja, painting, & sleeping - when I can find the time. the friends have gone down in numbers drastically, by choice, but over all id say im still just as introverted, if not more now. ha. when it comes down to it, its just that people are dissapointing. its whatevs.



XO,R.

IM ALIVE. ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

california. ot,feb 14.

benji and i made it to seattle. took five days to get out here, but goddamnit we did it.
we were riding through the pass, which is through the rocky mountains &it was the craziest shit ive ever seen. soo much snow, shit. anyways, i think we're gonna chill here for a month or so till it gets a bit warmer and start our adventure down the west coast and across the US.. i'll keep you goobers posted.

386 898 3177


xoxoxo

im fuckin stuck in philly with 8$ to my name.
sam is charging her and devins ticket back to florida.
me and benji are gonna stick it out like true road dogs.
we keep missing the fucking juice train though, god damnit.
its cold as fuck, and wet as fuck in philadelphia.
i wont stop till im in seattle, or any other place west. fuck the east coast. and fuck the south.

xoxoxo