Dear Black Student Union,
Every day is such a struggle. Every minute of the ticking clock seems to seep into brain cells and activate this little internal man in my skull. He screams "Shut the fuck up! I can't think." This is a taste of the life as a schizofrantic.
I'm looking at this whole thing wrong. Everything is ok. I'm healthy and sane for the most part. It's a matter of time before I'm placed in well to do house.
BULLSHIT. ITS aLL BULLSHIT AND LIES.
What is my truth? My truth is right here on this canvas for words.
How do you do it man? How do you love life like you do?