CHAMP.

is an imaginery animal in some lake somewhere in someplace.
it is not real.
so stop looking for it.

see the thing is i dunno what im doing. really i dont.
like i can sit here and write some poetry shit but it wont make sense and it wont make me feel better. i hate making a big deal out or what could be nothing. if its my problem ITS MY PROBLEM. and sooner or late it'll go away.
i dont like this "im boss or hotshitt'. i cant. what the deuce is hotshitt anyways? like okay, its feces that is a temperture degree higher then warm and people are using it to describe somebody that is attatractive. GOOD JOB MY GENERATION.
and social sucicide. i know i said that but really, hell we arent in mean girls.

today i was compared to a 3o year old. "you just went from 16 to 30 just like that". i can get where thats coming from, i can. and but i know its not true in some cases.
i think im even getting some wrinkles.

im not a tease but im a jeezy.