Can’t believe tomorrow is november first. Sheesh, where has the time gone?
It's bed time.
i wish i was laying next to you. i really hope your roommates say I can stay. I miss you more than you know and i don’t want to be on the streets. this is scary. scarier than I’m letting everyone else know but you’re one of the few people are seeing through my bull. i really miss you. one more week. one more week.
Anonymous asked: hey dude! it'd be chill if you gave me that url. think your blog would be off the wall!
It's 7:30 at night and I won't be in my bed nice...
I hate this weird mood I’m in. I can actually say hate because I know where these thoughts lead me. I don’t want to go down this road. It’s scary and I’m better than that. I know I am but, it’s hard knowing your mom could careless if you’re alive or not. Even though I know she’s upset at me because I did her wrong but for her to say that to me just hurts...
Living my biggest fear.
being homeless sucks. thank God i have some friends. but being homeless SUCKS.
It’s times like these where I want you the most. When my thoughts become too much for me and I get scared I just want to run to you. I feel sick in this world without you. I feel alone and disconnected, confused and dark. You are always the one clearing the clouds. Or the one lighting up a whole room with your smile. I miss you incredibly.
It’s getting buck here at Macomb. You’re jealous. Don’t lie
I’m a homeless musician. And I’m black. Makes sense right?