Literally everything I think about hurts. It somehow connects to you. Everything I did had some of you in it.. Why do I feel like this? Idk. Everything just seems to get worse and worse by the day. Sucks huh.. I get these panic attacks where I just want to breakdown. On some like real shit I sleep crying, or I fucking wake up crying or I don’t sleep. I keep telling myself its going to be alright. Hope it does soon. I just want to shut everything out. Besides the close ones. Cause literally I have my bro, few selected and fam. Everyone is fuckin sour. Tired of all their shit, tired of everything. Matter of time before I delete every fucking social network I have lol.. They say “I got you bro, anytime”. Especially the mothafuckers who I see on the daily sometimes. Where the fuck yall at? No where to be found. But when you need some shit, when yall got nothing. I’m always here right? hah bullshit. Fuck yall dudes. Everything is pretty much fucked on my end. I just need to rearrange and figure out what the fuck to do next cause all this shit just came crashing down like a motherfuck. So here I am every night for the past months talking to myself, typing shit up on notepad or fucking tumblr cause I’m a loser and hoping and wishing a fucking miracle would happen but nothing is and nothing will. Doesn’t that suck? Where your fucking on loner status and talking to your damn self cause no one else is there. Damn its crazy and sucks major balls. So you try to type shit up like you don’t really give a fuck and it doesn’t affect you when it really does… Swear these blogging websites suck. Bring out my other side. Damn man.. well fuck you goodnight.
Much of life’s beauty comes from the transitions and growth that naturally occur with time. The same is true in the car design world, and STANCE|WORKS explores the lineage of today’s BMW 6 Series.
Stance Works : They Still Build Them Like They Used To : The BMW 6 Series Lineage
I don’t get it. The harder I try the more it comes back and fucks with my head.
