i'm not about to let this b1tch punk me

now it's my mom's disc. always something different. then it's my right wrist. wtf am i chasing? i'm taking the wrong risks. my problems, let me tell ya, i've got a real long list. but i didn't come to complain, i came to let off steam. this life is makes me sweat harder than a first scream waking up from a bad dream. sh1t on top of sh1t; stress on top of stress. sh1t, come talk to me, i know all about being depressed. six-year losing streak; every year is the same. i get tired, i get so weak, but everytime, deliverance came. up and down, high and low, mood swings like crazy. da*n, i'm tired of this life; it's too da*n hard to save me. but even though i'm lazy, i'm a quitter, sh1t. and with every breakdown, i build back up, and then i stronger get. so yeah, i'm pissed, distressed, and sad; but good always follows the bad. so screw these problems, let them blow; but i'm da*n sure not letting go.

medical problems are plaguing my family, school is breaking me, my morale is really low; but it's a temporary situation. i just needed to spit it out. this is how i've learned to cope with stress. i'm not an optimist, i'm a realist. i know life isn't all roses and sunshine, and there will probably be many more times when i'll feel like swallowing a bullet; but i know that i'm too strong to quit. i attempted suicide once, but it's not in me anymore.

i hope that this will encourage you to keep going strong. when you say "fcuk life," you should mean "life's a b1tch, therefore i can beat it. i'm not about to let this b1tch punk me."

stay up, y'all. 1

--mlkdipd