C. Rich

I’m in such a great mood…

Florida is pretty dope, came down here with my girl and her family and we’re having a great time so far. Her nephew is def one of the cutest lil homies you ever seen.

Finally had a chance to kick it with the homie Duke for the first time in a long time before I took this flight, reminded me of a year ago. You ever had one of those moments where you feel like your life is just coming together for the better? Friday night was one of those.

Girlfriend’s sister woke me up so now I’m sitting here surveying new music instead of trying to go back to sleep lol. kinda hoping i’ll see a sunrise from our resort balcony.

I can’t even think about going back millions of pages to read what I’ve missed.

It’s been a long few weeks. I finished out my first semester back in school very strong, makes me excited about the future, yet casts doubt over what I want my future to be. Starting to wonder if I’m actually in a slump, or if I’m just not working hard enough. My stomach hurts a lil bit, i haven’t eaten today. Working at Duffy’s is the pits sometimes, but other times I genuinely have fun…

A bunch of random thoughts for my tumblr return…

my stomach hurts
walls a dingy white and the only way to describe how i’m feeling is
empty
i’m hungry
so much so that i focus on feeling the blood coarse through every vein in my body
oh wait, did it miss a few?
staring at the 2 pipes that snake their way into this room
hanging
onto each thought as if it were my last
thought i was alone in my thoughts
but my thoughts keep getting stolen away from me by the one that I thought was a friend
imaginary at best but still a friend
the front door opens

i am no longer alone.

If you can keep your head when all about you 
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; 
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 
But make allowance for their doubting too; 
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, 
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, 
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; 
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; 
If you can meet with triumph and disaster 
And treat those two imposters just the same; 
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken 
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, 
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 
And lose, and start again at your beginnings 
And never breath a word about your loss; 
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 
To serve your turn long after they are gone, 
And so hold on when there is nothing in you 
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; 
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; 
If all men count with you, but none too much; 
If you can fill the unforgiving minute 
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run - 
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, 
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man my son (sir lol)