People walk so slow

f*** niggas. b****es too. all i got is this money. and this'll do..

80 degrees

Warm enough for me

Disgusting when you see people around your age group walking like they're 80

Got 0 pep in their step

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that nigga can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

Am I in the wrong for almost being hit by a car that didn’t indicate?

#FreeShkreli

but unironically.

Acetone?

Wow I’m boo’d up for real

When you walking w a bandaid on your toe and you feel it slowly sliding off inside your socks/shoes and you still an hour away from your spot <<<

I have no more friends or love in my soul.
My last friend of 10 years probably had enough of me ghosting and disappearing for times

Im 28 btw
Not a good look.
I dunno what to do

Put yourself out there. Find a group.

But that post just reminds me of a story.

Used to work at Wal-Mart when I was 17. There was this like 6'6 guy tan guy with tattoos who would always go there. Hard to miss him. You'd always just see him walking around. Like even if he wasn't buying anything. And sometimes around the local area doing military style workouts.

Well at some point he ended up killing himself in his bathtub. And he had a letter detailing why. Apparently all the times he was walking around he was doing so because he was lonely and didn't have anyone.

In retrospect I kinda wish I said something to him when he was alive, but at the time he was just another regular customer to me. He never actually came to my part of the store.

looks like my NEET days are numbered

How old was je

Looked late 20s early 30s maybe.

cause you really don't care.

Wow