Bobby Express

I'm listening to Seigfried by Frank Ocean, and this song deeply resonates with me for a multitude of reasons. 
I had this one writing sample in my Notes app, written a couple of years ago, when Unc was on his deathbed. 
When I was younger, and we moved to New York, he'd have me sit upstairs for hours watching soccer matches. 
I'd like to say he enjoyed my company, but I couldn't say the same. I didn't like the bonding; I wasn't into sports.

Despite not saying goodbye and paying my respects, I stayed outside like a coward, and he called me his friend.
As I spend today alone, I can't help but feel guilt and shame over some of my past actions. Happy Thanksgiving

that "Stupid Club"

I started applying for jobs, and Complex got back to me. I didn't get the job, but to be frank, I feel like I don't have a resume that would've stood out, so I'm not tripping. I want to create, generally speaking, and people won't know what you're capable of unless you show them that you've actually been putting in some work.

I want to try recipes I find sitting on the subway, do tattoos, redacted, play tennis, go biking/hiking, and most importantly, the confidence to do whatever else comes to mind. I'm tired of overthinking and procrastinating. Whether it's playing guitar, playing piano, writing, animating, or drawing, I have to be doing something. While not a vice in the traditional sense, overworking myself has put strains on any relationships I've tried to maintain.

PiToRRO DE COCO by Bad Bunny

Buying expensive shit truthfully has never brought me real joy. Nobody cares if I smell like Margiela Jazz Club, got on a Joe Fresh Goods fitted hat, Eric Emanuel EE shorts, and a Human Made Dry Alls t in Saint Ann Parish.

I want to live a minimalistic lifestyle. I want to keep everything plain Jane and simple. The days of spending an absurd amount of money on clothing/sneakers technically aren't over, but I want/need: anything/everything.