Greetings 2017, we’re fifteen days deep and my plate has been salvaged after my kindness was regurgitated back up in my face according to the very last thing I ate…

Discouragement.

I need reassurance, why you ask? Here I’ll reword it better. I need motivation like a recommendation letter or something equivalent to get me through the chilly weather.

YouTube is a worthy boss with multiple weaknesses soon to be discovered yet I still successfully stumble n stutter cuz my breakdown process was recently over-cluttered.

One moment I feel like I can take on whatever’s thrown and since the support I expected isn’t relevant, before I made an account I was already alone n on my own.

They don’t believe in me but just you wait n see, I refuse working nobody’s 9 to 5 til I turn 93 being my own boss sounds doable time to make that notion a reality.

Not a lick of faith available or any caring in store lying awake racking up crazy hours editing, fingers terribly sore because somewhere inside of me a fiery phoenix needs one chance to grow its wings n soar!

I just wanna exploit my talents n self-worth showing the world how being this goofy n sweet is indeed a blessing but moreso a curse.

Join me on this nonstop grind any who’re against the dream I’m following, your comments I shall undermine n underline be sure to clock me with your watch then stop while I’m exposing you in a song in my spare time.