Jail time.

I’m supposed to turn myself in Friday to do 30 days in jail. Honestly, 30 days ain’t shit fr, but the crazy point is that it’s all over money. Money that I freely gave away when I had it, the same person I looked out for to the tune of $10k a month, paid her way through college, paid all her bills— could just pay $2.50 and make this shit end— and won’t. So fuck it. It’s funny how when I was getting money— “oh you’re too focused on money, what about this, what about that?” Then when I focus on this and that; I’m supposed to have all this money. I tell you what… I know how to run up a check, but it won’t be pleasant. I know legal ways and illegal ways— neither of them will be pleasant. 30 to 60 days would be long enough for me to get out of jail pissed and be on some D.Weave shit. So fuckin be it. Oh— I said 60 because I might not turn myself in. The way I see it, everybody got a job to do— so do it. This is why I created OnlyDiary— because I live through real shit, and once the momentum starts up, I don’t wanna wake up and FakeBook be done took my shit down. Full moon night—the perfect type of night to transform into D.Weave for the rest of my days. They never respected David.