Mind fuck

Last time I had a seizure the doctor wouldn’t let me work for a week. I thought it was stupid. Now that I’m back at work 36hrs after this last harlem shake. I completely understand why they made me wait. I’m struggling. It’s mental exhaustion. I’ll stop whining now. Cuz yall prolly like ‘you fuckin bitch you shoulda just died’. *goes back to work*

I had another seizure last night

But during it I was awake. But I couldn’t do anything. Trapped. And I stopped breathing. I thought I was gonna die. The reality is, anytime I have one I could die. Made it thru this time …..

Afterwards I was shook. I wanted to hit you up for comfort. With the thoughts and possible death I could only think of you. Even tho people were with me. But I Didn’t…. Still shook

Make her face fall off


Heard this shit for the first time on the way to the park to play ball the other day. Heard a beat from someone car. I immediately knew it was a Neptunes (pharrell) beat. Heard ‘amazing’. So I google ‘pharrell amazing’ and find this fuck amazing hype swagged out joint. Shit is super fire hot lava. Wish Pusha was on it ughck!

Hi beast.

Woke up this morning with what I thought was a runny nose. Got up blew my nose. BLOOD! Idk how or why. But I was leakin like I caught a elbow in the clinch. Come back to lay down. Check my phone for the time and I see a txt from none other than BEAST. It was 2. So I figured she ain’t mean to hit me. I mean, how long had it been since we talked? I turn on espn and try to catch some sleep before the madness of fooseball. Doesn’t happen. Ended up having a random (as usual) convo and ‘catchup’ with beast. She put a smile or two on my face (HAPPY?!) ….

**oh and I ate spoonfuls of peanut butter (like used to do in my youth) for no reason other than I love peanut butter.

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