I’m Not Perfect

I’m not perfect. I only hope that what I do overall is perfect. I don’t really know what it feels like to have a mother, father, grandmother, great-grandmother grandfather or great-grandfather because they all died before I finished high school. I’ve never asked for those things to be replaced, and I don’t think I’ve ever thought about committed suicide because of what happened to them. But you know, I was reading through some old notes I had written down before my hit and run car accident and amnesia. And don’t you know I thought about committing suicide? I thought about committing suicide because I think the hate was too strong because of my music and other things. And it seemed like it was coming from everywhere and everyone. That had to be extremely strong in order for me to think of doing that. But I guess I thought about it because of no love. If what you do isn’t fueled by love whats the point? If theirs hate on the inside and outside how can someone function properly? But I thought about it but I’ve never done it. I guess that’s why after my accident and amnesia I brush the hate off because I’ve seen it before but never like this. It’s easy for 99 people to point the finger and unleash rumors on 1 person when they are alone. But It’s harder for 1 person to ignore those 99 people who are doing those things to him or her. Its harder but not impossible. So I try to stay busy with music, film and entertainment to keep my mind off of things. I don’t have any children and I’m not married so I have to love myself at all times no matter what. I’m not perfect. #SurvivalOfTheFittest

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