I don't see how he did it, but he got me into rap. So here i am at 12 whatever in the morning, listening to some random heavy rap shit and thinking "What the hell am i doing?" Questioning my existence on this earth and my purpose. Do we really live just to die? Does life really go that quick like our olds go on and on about to us? Why so many bad things happen in this world, yet the message that is being passed around is to make peace? It's as if everything we've ever stood for is a load of bullshit. Nothing is forever and there is not an answer to most of our questions. You can never tell a truth from a lie, and when someone is "telling the truth", are they lying, or are they lying about lying yet telling the truth? These things we will never really know. Just having all these thoughts racing through my mind is making me dizzy, I wonder how philosophisers feel?
The Anthropology of Ariana.
I'm not who you think I am because to be honest, you don't know who I am. How should you? I laugh when i'm not meant to, I cry when things get happy. I never know what to wear. I want it to be hot when it's cold, and cold when it's hot. I like being alone, yet when I am, I wish I wasn't. I realised not everything is worth dying for. Nothings what it seems and who you thought were, aren't. All I need is you, that's all I really know.