I love reading shyt like this. The true definition of smart dumb people. I find it funny the person who spent most if not their entire life in the suburbs, has money or financially well parents and etc, able to go to college and get whatever degree would in their right mind want to move to somewhere like bed sty or Bushwick for that matter where they would wanna be overcharged for rent and a high cost of living. In this case, you have some musician actually wanting to move to Brooklyn. Why? They are even suggesting having roommates in an apartment. HELL NO.
If you're going to move to Brooklyn or Manhattan or any city for that matter from the suburbs and you have money, make sure your ass can afford your own apartment without needing a roommate. If you're going to have a roommate, make sure it's a family member that you know for real and not some random stranger from Craigslist. Otherwise you're playing yourself. I really don't see the hype of Brooklyn nowadays. It's a former shadow of itself. Almost everything that was there that made brooklyn the shyt or unique has disappeared. Fulton street used to be the place to shop like 15 years ago and now it's gone. There's nothing unique about new York anymore that you can't find outside of there.
I swear to God if I don't make it happen in six months I'm killing myself. I cannot do this anymore. I just want to be alone, completely, or dead. I can't do this anymore. I'm going to hard as a motherfukker for six months and if shyt isn't kosher I'm riding my bike into oncoming traffic on 580.
I'm tired of feeling like shyt. I'm tired of people making me feel so weird when all I try to do is be positive. I'm tired of feeling like this and having to somehow blame myself for everything. I'm tired of being told how I feel is inappropriate and everybody's feelings are more important than mine. I'm tired of having to suck it up, while others are not expected to do the same. I'm tired of being treated like a criminal when all I do is work hard and contribute to my community.
I can't do this anymore, I really can't. 21 years of this is too much man. I can't anymore. I try to talk to people about my feelings and they're on their fukking phone, or I get the yeah yeah yeah bullshyt. When I ask for help I get lectures about how I fukked up. When I accomplish something I'm proud of I get called arrogant. Other people get celebrated. I get it, I'm not allowed to be happy or have self esteem.
This is going to be a long night. That part that hurts the most is knowing I have all the tools. I could OD, I could blow my brains out, I could do all of this right now. And it'd be a waste of all the work I've done to feel like normal or valuable. So I don't, but this feelings is a bit much to bare. The older I get, when it comes around, it comes around hard.
I can't tell a therapist because they'll lock my ass up for talking like this. I can't write the shyt down on paper because someone will read it and think I'm crazy. So I put here because writing this shyt out makes me feel better.
Every keystroke is a release of pressure. I've been seeing some demonic shyt lately. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I got to get these demons off me man.
The enemy within is the hardest to defeat. But I'm done fighting. I have no fight left in me, I am fukking exhausted. I'm tired of always having to forgive and deal with the racism, the discrimination, the unfair treatment, the hatred. 21 years of it and I've had enough of feeling like this everyday. Anytime I try to feel good about myself I'm told it's not okay.
So either I go completely rogue and knock it out in six months to where I'm on my own entirely, or I'm closing the chapter on this book. I've been treated as if I'm not allowed to occupy Earth I'll just leave. See everyone in hell.
Sometimes I wish dude would have been man enough to kill me. But he was too p*ssy and I beat his ass. I should have let him stab me to death. I should have let dude burn me alive. I could have been out this bytch a while ago without it looking like what it is. nikkas can't shoot straight. I didn't even move. I ain't scared to die. He just missed, and I fukked him up too.
I wish I OD'd all those nights I tried but my cardiovascular system is soccer strong. I feel like I'm supposed to be alive to do something. God has given me multiple chances. But I don't know anymore. This feeling is terrible. I hope God is with me because I need something right now.
Anything, as long as it's real. Please, please, please let me get a sign. I've never needed anything more in my life.
I really appreciate you big bro. For real. You might have saved my life. I haven't slept all night. I got off work at 11pm and I've been sitting in the same position in my bed since then just talking myself down. It's 720am now. I'm a lot calmer now. I'm sorting through my feelings. You're right my mind starts racing and it takes days to slow down. Sometimes weeks. I'm a lot calmer now. I practice meditation daily, but some thoughts I have have so much energy behind them I can't channel it all through meditation and it explodes.it's coming ahk,this eye promise you..i've gotten into this same mindstate many of times in my longer existence then yours,if you can calm/harness the mental storm(the left brain is not your friend brug,tis good for quick decisions,aka the fight or flight reaction that you obviously experienced in your physical battles,but it can overshoot different brain chemicals and have you in the position you are,you have to learn to let your right,more creative and subconscious control your existence,reality is like a fiddduckin canvas painting in that way,your right brain wants to draw your existence,double entendre,your left brain will turn that against you if tis too strong, it wants everything in that same time capsule,fast,fast,fast,snap fingers,snap fingers,snap fingers..get it?
you have to learn meditation bruh,this is how you transform&transfer control to the right relaxed brain, this side of the mind/brain moves slower and lets the 'god'/creative mind take control,that shyt is imperative bruh,or if your mind moves too fast for meditation initially find something artistic/relaxing you like to do and let conscious 'time' just tick by,you'll realize time is just a man made construction and doesn't exist..trust me if i didn't learn this shyt i wouldn't be here typing this shyt to you right now, i'd be a corpse..you can cheat to bruh,there are no rules,smoke some trees,have a libation,whatever your vice is,i used to go to the beach with a blunt&a 40 and just meditate&sun gaze and learned to count breaths,just chill,and let the hate/anger/suicidal thoughts melt into a Frisco wind breeze..some fukkin projects hood shamanism bruh...
580,you in the Yay Aerial bruhdeini..? eye reside in the projects of Frisco, come holla at your guala and see how my life is,you won't feel so bad when you see the pain/fukk shyt/conditions i live under..if eye can do it,literally,ANYONE can,i men i'm high/zoned right now,barely slept the last two nights,yet i still keep the fidduckin ball bouncing somehow..
if you need me to elaborate,or just need to vent/a soul to holla at don't fret young stunna,tis what i'm here on this Earth for,i'm a hood shaman/martyr that's all,nothing greater then that,but is there anything greater then that..?
anyways,om mani padme hume my dude..
I really appreciate you big bro. For real. You might have saved my life. I haven't slept all night. I got off work at 11pm and I've been sitting in the same position in my bed since then just talking myself down. It's 720am now. I'm a lot calmer now. I'm sorting through my feelings. You're right my mind starts racing and it takes days to slow down. Sometimes weeks. I'm a lot calmer now. I practice meditation daily, but some thoughts I have have so much energy behind them I can't channel it all through meditation and it explodes.
we dont know what happen to the young lord breh.... we think he might of got jammed up with the law.... may be on of the brehettes he talked to from here may know... but he disappeared approx. a year ago :pantherscry:
I've had the same thing happen to me. Get a drawing book and some pencils and sketch man. Or even if it's a keyboard sit at that for a while and just play whatever. You gotta have an emotional outletI really appreciate you big bro. For real. You might have saved my life. I haven't slept all night. I got off work at 11pm and I've been sitting in the same position in my bed since then just talking myself down. It's 720am now. I'm a lot calmer now. I'm sorting through my feelings. You're right my mind starts racing and it takes days to slow down. Sometimes weeks. I'm a lot calmer now. I practice meditation daily, but some thoughts I have have so much energy behind them I can't channel it all through meditation and it explodes.
Moving to New York with out a roommate is just not realistic
I’m sorry you’re going through this. If there is something I can do to help, I will try. I know what it’s like to be at your wits end. I’m there now.I swear to God if I don't make it happen in six months I'm killing myself. I cannot do this anymore. I just want to be alone, completely, or dead. I can't do this anymore. I'm going to hard as a motherfukker for six months and if shyt isn't kosher I'm riding my bike into oncoming traffic on 580.
I'm tired of feeling like shyt. I'm tired of people making me feel so weird when all I try to do is be positive. I'm tired of feeling like this and having to somehow blame myself for everything. I'm tired of being told how I feel is inappropriate and everybody's feelings are more important than mine. I'm tired of having to suck it up, while others are not expected to do the same. I'm tired of being treated like a criminal when all I do is work hard and contribute to my community.
I can't do this anymore, I really can't. 21 years of this is too much man. I can't anymore. I try to talk to people about my feelings and they're on their fukking phone, or I get the yeah yeah yeah bullshyt. When I ask for help I get lectures about how I fukked up. When I accomplish something I'm proud of I get called arrogant. Other people get celebrated. I get it, I'm not allowed to be happy or have self esteem.
This is going to be a long night. That part that hurts the most is knowing I have all the tools. I could OD, I could blow my brains out, I could do all of this right now. And it'd be a waste of all the work I've done to feel like normal or valuable. So I don't, but this feelings is a bit much to bare. The older I get, when it comes around, it comes around hard.
I can't tell a therapist because they'll lock my ass up for talking like this. I can't write the shyt down on paper because someone will read it and think I'm crazy. So I put here because writing this shyt out makes me feel better.
Every keystroke is a release of pressure. I've been seeing some demonic shyt lately. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I got to get these demons off me man.
The enemy within is the hardest to defeat. But I'm done fighting. I have no fight left in me, I am fukking exhausted. I'm tired of always having to forgive and deal with the racism, the discrimination, the unfair treatment, the hatred. 21 years of it and I've had enough of feeling like this everyday. Anytime I try to feel good about myself I'm told it's not okay.
So either I go completely rogue and knock it out in six months to where I'm on my own entirely, or I'm closing the chapter on this book. I've been treated as if I'm not allowed to occupy Earth I'll just leave. See everyone in hell.
Sometimes I wish dude would have been man enough to kill me. But he was too p*ssy and I beat his ass. I should have let him stab me to death. I should have let dude burn me alive. I could have been out this bytch a while ago without it looking like what it is. nikkas can't shoot straight. I didn't even move. I ain't scared to die. He just missed, and I fukked him up too.
I wish I OD'd all those nights I tried but my cardiovascular system is soccer strong. I feel like I'm supposed to be alive to do something. God has given me multiple chances. But I don't know anymore. This feeling is terrible. I hope God is with me because I need something right now.
Anything, as long as it's real. Please, please, please let me get a sign. I've never needed anything more in my life.
I swear to God if I don't make it happen in six months I'm killing myself. I cannot do this anymore. I just want to be alone, completely, or dead. I can't do this anymore. I'm going to hard as a motherfukker for six months and if shyt isn't kosher I'm riding my bike into oncoming traffic on 580.
I'm tired of feeling like shyt. I'm tired of people making me feel so weird when all I try to do is be positive. I'm tired of feeling like this and having to somehow blame myself for everything. I'm tired of being told how I feel is inappropriate and everybody's feelings are more important than mine. I'm tired of having to suck it up, while others are not expected to do the same. I'm tired of being treated like a criminal when all I do is work hard and contribute to my community.
I can't do this anymore, I really can't. 21 years of this is too much man. I can't anymore. I try to talk to people about my feelings and they're on their fukking phone, or I get the yeah yeah yeah bullshyt. When I ask for help I get lectures about how I fukked up. When I accomplish something I'm proud of I get called arrogant. Other people get celebrated. I get it, I'm not allowed to be happy or have self esteem.
This is going to be a long night. That part that hurts the most is knowing I have all the tools. I could OD, I could blow my brains out, I could do all of this right now. And it'd be a waste of all the work I've done to feel like normal or valuable. So I don't, but this feelings is a bit much to bare. The older I get, when it comes around, it comes around hard.
I can't tell a therapist because they'll lock my ass up for talking like this. I can't write the shyt down on paper because someone will read it and think I'm crazy. So I put here because writing this shyt out makes me feel better.
Every keystroke is a release of pressure. I've been seeing some demonic shyt lately. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I got to get these demons off me man.
The enemy within is the hardest to defeat. But I'm done fighting. I have no fight left in me, I am fukking exhausted. I'm tired of always having to forgive and deal with the racism, the discrimination, the unfair treatment, the hatred. 21 years of it and I've had enough of feeling like this everyday. Anytime I try to feel good about myself I'm told it's not okay.
So either I go completely rogue and knock it out in six months to where I'm on my own entirely, or I'm closing the chapter on this book. I've been treated as if I'm not allowed to occupy Earth I'll just leave. See everyone in hell.
Sometimes I wish dude would have been man enough to kill me. But he was too p*ssy and I beat his ass. I should have let him stab me to death. I should have let dude burn me alive. I could have been out this bytch a while ago without it looking like what it is. nikkas can't shoot straight. I didn't even move. I ain't scared to die. He just missed, and I fukked him up too.
I wish I OD'd all those nights I tried but my cardiovascular system is soccer strong. I feel like I'm supposed to be alive to do something. God has given me multiple chances. But I don't know anymore. This feeling is terrible. I hope God is with me because I need something right now.
Anything, as long as it's real. Please, please, please let me get a sign. I've never needed anything more in my life.