Sometimes I really feel like just packing up everything and just running away. Don’t know where or when I’ll be back but just leave. Forget school forget work forget that fake face i put on to appease those soul suckers. Just in the car windows down sunroof open playing MY music and just relaxing. Cuz literally these past few weeks have felt like centuries. I’m running outta “Hey BUD!” AND “Whats good pimpin” and when I run out welp that’s the end of that for a while. People always say find a hobby or something that you like. Don’t get me wrong I have a hobby I love it but how do you fit it in which hell at 7am hell at 1pm hell at 4pm and old fashion home hell at night. Its exhausting keeping up this charade. Even my beloved delight savings time is looking a little less fun.