Being an Adult

It's not easy. Nothing ever is in life. There's only so many ways to say the same thing. And I've run out of those ways. I do believe this blog is done.

Art imitates Life

And just because you get away that dont mean its okay
You a dead man walking and I mean it okay.

-T.I. "You Know What It Is

Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggaz trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
Cause I'll come and take your life away

- 50 Cent "Many Men"

In the second set of lyrics, I only highlighted the part that I feel applies to me. Lyrically it doesn't flow without the first two lines. Anyway, I think I'm soulless. Every time anyone has ever shit on me and put me down and just treated me like I was nothing, my soul died a little bit. And now it's just gone. Completely. And you know what? It doesn't even matter. Who needs it? You're the only person you can ever count on anyway. It's you and then that's it. You must protect yourself at any cost.