I have strong emotional issues. I can’t help it, and don’t try to help it either. Sorry, I don’t enjoy being vulnerable.

This is for anyone who has ever done ecstacy.

You know that part of your roll, where you’re very talkative? And you just start to open up about all this shit that you normally wouldn’t say? Well, I love that. I have friends that I’ve rolled with, and talked to WHILE rolling, that makes them friends for life. But recently I’ve been feeling like I just need that someone to listen to me vent about the all shit I’m supressing deep down inside of me. Please. I need somebody just to listen. My stress and depression is coming back. I need help.  I need someone to save me.

Ever been caught up in your own drama, and forgot about the ones around you? Well that’s happening to me. I feel like I can help out a lot more with my mom, but I won’t. I feel like I’m a bad son to her. Am I?

Stunna shades and hangovers.

Waking up a bit bit hungover, sitting out front of my house, smoking a bowl…. hell yes. I’ve started writing a song called “Every Bud” haha. You will love it when it’s done :)

AK-47 is bomb, without a doubt.

And I also need more fans, so you should add it. www.myspace.com/wytenoiz

Break is almost over, but I’m not dreading it. I’m stokedd.

“I’m a pill poppin’ animal. Syrup sippin nigga!”

Cancer sticks and cheap porn.

Damn man, today juss hasn’t been my day. I woke up with a bad feeling about today. I smoked, then went home and worked on my English project, then Livi hit me with Megan’s car, then we smoked a blunt. So a sucky day with a better ending. Going to work on my project.

Deuces,

-Ry

Kid Cudi’s new album is legit. I’m gonna ask her to homecoming, lets see what’s gonna happen. Creamy, yellow smoke hitting your lungs for a few seconds will cause you to completely re-think your life, your choices. I’m pretty happy with the choices I’m making. Trying in school, being more social. Enjoying my weekends, and keeping it on weekends.

I’mma start recording more, put out a Myspace Freestyle mixtape or some shit. Enjoy my hobbies.

“I’ve got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me”

Errr, kinda put myself out there today ha. I wouldn’t call it rejection, but it bothered me. Maybe keep trying? I guess.

I get dough.

Everywhere I go. I stay on my grind! Haha. So, I stumbled upon a Boston native MC, Chilla Jones. That’s my dude, fer suree.

I need new headphones.

I wanna do something exciting this weekend, not the same old shit.

I’m not holding back anymore, puttin’ myself out there. Whatever.

I miss my family. I miss the Beanpot man. I miss waking up to my grandmother shuffling her cards loudly. I miss sittin’ at the staircase. I miss the freestlye cypher circles, I miss the dissin’ sessions. I miss writing a new verse and callin Shamel over to my house to hear it. Damn man, how shit’s changed.