Shit happens. All the time. Every second of every day. On every corner  and in every hallway. Shit happens. Some shit is good, while other shit is just fucked up. Right now I feel really irritated and agitated and underrated and overqualified and out of touch.

I don’t even know where to begin to describe the feeling that is in me. I have no idea where to start. I guess that’s why I just started cussing. I don’t mean to offend anyone this is just my place of peace to release.

So what am I going to do about this? Build a bridge and get over it. Maybe go squeeze some more lemons. Possibly slap the next person to piss me off. OK scratch the last one, I’ve never been a violent person. Well not unless I’m provoked, but that rarely happens.

You’re probably wondering where I’m going with all of this. Let’s just say I’m trying real hard to look for the bright side and I’m doing my best to find happiness in knowing that shit could be worse. I would pray but sometimes I feel like God can’t help me if I don’t pick up my feet and put in the work first. After all, life IS what we make it…right? RIGHT??

Holler if you hear me.

That’s my word.

Peace.

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