“When you go through things like this, it helps you put it all into perspective. I’m famous today, people like me today. They might like me tomorrow, you never know. You can’t count on it, the world can’t tell you who you are. You just got to figure out who you are and be that. For better or for worse.”—Dave Chappelle
Damn I wish I could cry. Like I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think I’ve held things in for so long that my tear ducts literally don’t work. They literally don’t work. Ironically, it hurts so bad that I can’t cry. It’s like I can feel them in my eyes. I can feel the stress and pain in my heart… Everything is setup for me to have a ballout session, but it just doesn’t happen. I might be able to get one or two tears out, but never enough to get that relieving feeling you get after having a good cry. Man do I have some shit I wanna cry about. I wanna cry so hard… so hard but I can’t. I don’t know if I’m mentally stopping myself or if there’s something physically stopping me. All I know is… I don’t wanna be like this anymore.