Effects of Therapy: Seventh

My roommate moved out. My friends are heading back home before they’re forced back here for summer class, thank God I passed them all. Priorities are important around this breeding ground for addiction. “Weed isn’t bad for you, it just makes being bored okay.” I’m laying down in my bed wondering why I haven’t been as liberal with my writing these days, it’s been a dozen months since I blew up this Tumblr to deal with my emotions (fuck you too). Kidding, it’s better to be nice to yourself & treat yourself the way you want to see the world. I hate trolling, it’s just pushing the limits of friendship so you can laugh. Selfish Comedy, irony (the proper use). This is my comeback.

I’m happy to have the time to utilize my Wackness. My burden. That’s how it all started, it was all a facade for the hope I lost in people. Especially myself. I’ve changed too much, but I think I like who I’m becoming- Drake. Confidence has been building to the point of the Empire, or to be called an ego. Words are just as important as lyrics, even though the radio & mainstream tend to ignore that fact, so I like to choose them wisely. Getting back to the basics of Crown Royal & stupid chances.

“I’ve got to go see about a girl.” GWH.