Ok here I am again.

IT'S SEVEN a.m. And I'm kinda tired.

But I always wake up at this time now to get a cup of coffee. 

Thinking I should hoop today for a couple hours. 

Life just passes you bye and I have no idea what to say about it. 

They want me to be psychic. 

Does that make sense. 

I just sit here with no love life. 

Isn't that funny. 

Im to ugly and now I think I want to watch the news. 

Whats in the news?

I don't know, a bunch of fear propaganda.

I mean I don't know what to think. 

I don't watch it and I don't think nothing is wrong. 

I start watching the news and now I have all these things to look out for. 

So what does it all mean?

I don't know.

Why am I even blogging. 

I don't really know. 

But what I do know is it gives me some great ideas. 

And I don't know what to think. 

I'm bored and tired at the same time.

I find no enjoyment out of my life. 

People do not like me. 

And I don't know what to think. 

They fuckin hate me. 

And maybei should go back in my room and enjoy things like never before like sleep and the race against time to get health care and get fixed up and sit thier enjoying myself.

Does that make sense.

That I need money. 

I hate these fuckin people always stealing my money. 

I just don't know what to think. 

They fucking hate me. 

And I don't know what to do about it. 

I don't know what the hell a blog post can even do for a person. 

This sucks. 

This really sucks. 

I hate having no money. 

I just want to drink coffee and sodas all day and make up little rap songs. 

There's nothing else to do. 

So that's all I got to say.