SUFFERING FROM REALNESS.

I don't know myself. I don't know what myself has become. May sound "emo" as fuck. But, I don't know myself. This world is so complex that I can't fucking unlock myself. I feel confined. I feel raped everyday. By what this mold this society has become. I'm a failure to myself. I don't like bitching, but it seems like this is bitching, but IT'S NOT DAMN IT. I feel like an emotional wuss for expressing myself and making a tumblr.my name has man in it and i don't even feel like a man. all the awesome shit i either haven't found or don't get. EVERYTHING CONTRADICTS ITSELF. even the shit i'm saying contradicts itself. how could i live in this world when the shit that makes me happy will end up making me sad. EVERYTHING 360's ITSELF. I CANT EAT FIVE SLICES OF CAKE. - Yup. That's my state of mind is. Hi, I'm Stedman Baah Tabiri. I'm 15 Years Old. I'm a black guy. I love art. I love dramatics. I love comedic stuff. I love swearing. I love basketball. I love wrestling. I love food. I love music. I love Aaliyah. I'm scared of Aaliyah. I'm scared of myself. I like people. I like feet. I am not religious I believe in God Though...........FOLLOW ME. Not for the sake of following me. FOLLOW ME FOR THIS JOURNEY ON TUMBLR.

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