you still don't know me

Subject:	yo.
Time:	4:58 pm.
Mood:	anxious.
Music:	nolia clap. . .thuggin.

is bout fuckin time i got up off my ass and write shit. umm. feeling alright. lots and lots and lots of work, i dont't fucking stop. i wish there was more time in a day, but there isn't. im happy tho. except i don't see erin nuff. its hard but worth it. school. . .same shit. waste of my time. the whole "i rust" thing is going well, yet i feel stalled. usually there is something new and exciting, yet im on a stand still. . . hopefully going to new york in the winter, tear it the fuck up. then to the crazy ass amazonian jungle in the summer. i miss being on my complete own, i work better that way. im a definate on teh whole SMFA in boston idea, it sounds like the place for me. i came up with this dope reasoning for my circles in my work, and the way they relate to me. its wierd. im ancy. it feels like i need to fight but not, like i don't fit in my own skin. is not an upset issue, is like im uncomfortable, i've got the itchies and no nails to scratch. its starting to piss me off. maybe i miss that some one and nothing is up. poop.

later.

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