To the imaginary audience in my head 

Alright so we’re halfway there. Not really tryna live past 50. 

At this point, im still trying to cater to an audience in my head

Feeling inauthentic, feeling real innauehatnic today

Trying to accept that I want to make things with words 

Hard, cus once I say I wanna be a writer

Than it hurts real bad if I don’t do it

Lying to myself doesn’t work either though

So fuck it

I wanna be a writer

When I do the math

I have some pretty quirky stories

Tons of emotions at all times

And journaling and music are the things that make me feel the most healing

And fealing and healing is my goal

So, kinda seems like a no brainer

Imma write some stuff

Ill keep you posted 

Love jakey