sometimes i start to convince myself
i will never be anything more as a writer that i won’t transcend in my strengths that i won’t live this life long enough to see myself through to the next level of creative genius that i won’t ever be full inside, completely comfortable and not hungry out of emptiness
i’m a champion. i can’t be stopped. i’m channeling muhammad ali in the ring right now. i’m going to be with someone who puts me first, always - someone who cares to fullest & realizes i’m the greatest warrior ever & no one should compare. everyday there should be time for me & positivity in a relationship. you should be able to count on me, express personal struggle, and lay down a foundation of brilliance with me. forever more there will be nothing taken for granted. i deserve to be shown immense love & kindness. i’m the CHAMP.
it’s hot as hell’s ass crack in here. save me jesus.
