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So, I'm going to blog before I go lay down.
Today was not a great day. Fuck Juelz and fuck Morgan. Those were my text buddies tonight and they BOTH stopped texting me right after I dislocated my shoulder. I'm sitting there all in pain and no one to talk to. I popped it back in fast as fuck. Lol, it's happened before - so I know I'm doing. Tomorrow it's going to be sore as fuck. So fuck both of them hoes. I sat there all hurt and shit. I'm debating on whether or not I should go to the doctor's or what. Fuck that, I'm a gangster. This shit hurts though. :[

Ace and I did another song. I hate that bitch nigga. He ain't tell me he was rappin' fast, so my verse doesn't sound right compared to his. Lizzy has the song on her blog. I'm all happy, bro. I didn't know what the hell Bae was talking about when she texted me about the song on Lizzy's blog. Nigga, I was lost as fuck. Yo, but that song is hot. Ace, my nigga - riddle me this. Name an artist that's fucking with us right now. I mean, name me a legit emcee without me laughing at your answer. Seriously, I want to know.

So, work was trash as you can tell. I have the worst headache ever. I dislocated my shoulder tonight. My ankle is bothering me and I'm mad dizzy. I dislocated my shit lifting up these 167lb. lawn mowers. I should sue them. Man, that shit hurt so bad. I had to sit down for a minute. Nobody wanted to text me back though. Oops? My bad. I just took the pain like a bawsy ass nigga and kept moving. Then they had the nerve to make me stay an hour and thirty minutes over. It's cool, I don't have to go in until 9 tomorrow though. Whatever.

If I have the spot to myself, I'm going to fuck with a track. I'm still not 100% sure with continuing as an artist, though. Hopefully this project I do with Ace will motivate me. Like, I don't think I'm that good. Obviously, I'm not. No one really supports my shit anymore, either. I've noticed that my "fans" have gone down. I don't even consider y'all as fans though. You're just friends who listens to a song because I ask you to listen. A fan asks for updates or gives some type of motivation to the artist. I'm sorry, save it - I don't need your 35 iPod plays or mixtape downloads. Because at the end of the day, you're downloading the mixtape and not listening. I put too much effort into what I do to have it sit on your desktop until you forget what it is and put it in your recycling bin. That's real rap. Yes, though. I'm still not one hundred percent with this rap shit. Hopefully that'll change, let's see.

Goodnight, faggots.
Fuck Juelz & Morgan.