"I" don't exist.

Words are worthless and just confuse shit. 

Even the words I'm saying now. 

I don't see life as this awful thing. I don't wanna create more of that in the world. 

I wanna be with my daughter. From now on. 

My issue was, like Guts listening to Griffith, I just figured I had to leave, since judging by the words said to me, this person hates my guts. It was out of love that I left. 

I don't care. Life is short. 

I'm moving back in, we're getting back together, just accept it. Put God in the center, think about Charlee. 

You want me to create happy music that uplifts the world?

Or you want to keep playing this retarded game, where Charlees dad is clearly losing his fucking mind?

That was a spooky manipulative line to fuck with you. But for real though.

The only problem in our relationship was I listened to the words you said lol. Evidently i was highly suggestible. But hey, we're all mirrors, we're all the same, I raised my voice in anger at you once, so boom, we're all the same. And what did that authenticity do? Earned me a restraining order. 

I can talk shit back. Nothing you or anyone says means anything to me. 

I don't particularly want to write some shit that immortalizes you as the Queen of Cunts for all eternity. But mother fuckers want me to speak my truth. But only in a certain way. When I'm honest I get no motion on the things I put out there. It is what it is. 

I create from a place of peace. Sure, I should've put myself out there more with my creations, fair. But I had everything I needed there art your place. The issue is I forgot who I was. 

Apparently I'm God, or something, cool. The ignored neglected God that doesn't give a fuck about this sentence as I'm writing it. I hate words. I hate thinking. I got all that out of my system. 

You denying me--- at this point-- that's you choosing the dark side. It's a shame for you, for Charlee, for the world. You wouldn't do that. You're not retarded.

Put Charlee first. 

Also. With some honesty. I could write that story. I'll leave you out of it if you want. Yes, I'm blackmailing reality, suck my dick, I really don't care about that random ass weird pretty fucked up internet shit. Its all just dumb to me. 

I buried my best friend today. I'm not like you all. I don't cry. I just don't. Stop projecting what that means, because you'll never figure me out. I still feel him. 

You need a man to be daddy, well daddys here. I don't look down on you for it. All chicks are like that. 

I belong with my family. My daughter. 

I fucking hate this music so much. 

You want me to thrive, to believe, I am belief. I am survival. I'm God in the flesh. I left rather than yell at you. I didn't know who I was. I took all your words to heart, when really you don't know shit. It was my job to correct you and I didn't. 

I don't care. 

Guess my uncle was right. He who cares less wins. 

But it's because I love life, my daughter, I know this is all a temporary thing. I don't care about 99% of this shit, definitely not my own thoughts of what people think of me.

Get over yourself and choose God. 

You're welcome for not giving up on you.