blocked by ideals, convictions and people forever holding up walls holding me into a corner. no room to breathe. there is no freedom. trapped in the paradoxical want of money and love. never enough. never enough. conform or die. work or die. suit up johnny, grab your security blanket. it’s fuckin’ wild out there.
never a truer statement said i feel bad for those that think being rich or having a lot of money will bring happiness into their life cus its always a temporary happiness… make friends, travel, figure out what drives you, makes you happy, just live day by day dont worry about the future or the past just live your life you only get one might as well not waste it