Confessions of a Risin’ Star

(Have not had home Wi-Fi in weeks. The powers that be insists on this. I bought this to balance that, but I really can’t use it like I want. Such is truly the story of my life now…)

I’m just not allowed to do ‘it’. If I am, life has been longly elongated without it, that it’ll feel prolly feel way too awkward, like something in life is terribly off…

It’s induced anger, pain, and distance; such is one of the many costs of fame, notoriety, wealth…

See, there really is no love in this shit, just admiration, envy, and exaggerated falsehood. 

Since moving back, I’m not allowed to sleep well consistently. Where I was before, I could n’t eat or communicate consistently. Just to be honest with people is rare; people truly do not want your honesty. So, I typically pledge to myself to be silent more, and supposedly alone. 

Those two things are indeed staples of success…

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