I deleted your contact. It’s the only way I’d be sure not to contact you. Cuz I surely want to call you. Text you. (I’ve staved off emailing. I’ve close come though). About everything. About nothing. Heard some music you NEED to hear. But now it’s all mine. I can’t even share. Should I even share it? Is it ok? Is it right? Does any of this shit even matter? I found some gifs you absolutely need. Some hilarious pictures. PUNS!! Many feels to express. I went thru it waaaaay rougher than I was willing to admit to anyone. Myself included. Now I’m back on track. But once again I don’t feel on track. Not without you. It’s back to doing everything I’m supposed to be doing and what I was supposed to be for myself and for you, now that you’re gone. It doesn’t matter. Except that it does. Always has. Always will. Everything matters. It’s always about me. Even when it’s about you. It’s about me. Cuz doing for me was doing for you. I’m without a doubt the dumbest smartest person ever. This might be a lesson that fucks me up til I drop. In the meantime I’ll be a ghost. Until one day I find your contact and hit that button. I’m willing to bet I get nothing. But it can happen, right? Love is patient, Love is kind, only when you’re not hitting it recklessly with a sledgehammer without regard for the damage you’re doing. Otherwise Love is a bitch like life. And you have to pick up what pieces remain and make do. Maybe we can make ourselves whole and reconnect to fill the void we left. Or maybe we just damaged it too much to repair. I don’t care. I’ll be back for you. Even in rejection I’ll be whole, as I’ll have finally earned the crown you placed upon my head long ago.
Have you copped The Orchid Days? I forgive you if you haven’t, just rectify the situation.
Idk how I feel about that blonde look but I’ll give you a pass young Mélat.
She droppin off a B side project soon. This the first joint produced by the homie Pha
My new favsies show. (Thanks to olwhatshername). Lizzy jumped the gun on Tom smh. All caught up in her feels to take care of the task at hand. But that’s what I did. Get caught up in my feels and couldn’t take care of my tasks. And I lost what I had. As lizzy lost tom. Idiots.
*this could’ve gone a lot longer. Maybe another time. Maybe.
MDot let’s his thought go. Ranging from religion to bitches. And he got some merch coming soon.
MdotforMayor – The Mayors Thoughts