i wasn’t happy,

i wasn’t happy where i was.

oh what is life without a purpose?

what is purpose without love?

my chain hits my chest when i’m bangin’ on the dashboard,

my chain hits my chest when i’m bangin’ on the radio.

So I’m doing my HR homework and theres a bunch of quizzes you have to do. One of them tells you your level of optimism and let’s just say I failed…hard.

According to this test, I am only 5% optimistic, and 95% pessimistic. Oddly, this doesn’t surprise me.

I’m okay with this though. Because for people who know me, I’m very rarely unhappy when I’m around others. Yeah when I’m alone I’m horrible, but that’s my personal shit.

I know what my real problem is and I know what I actually have to do to overcome it, but I can’t. My problem is affection. When I am providing stability and kindness to others, I can’t produce it for myself.

Typically when I don’t like anyone, and I’m not dealing with anything. Life is super awesome and I’m always happy and yeaaaaah. Basically I like helping other people with their problems rather than dealing with my own shit.

“i brought smiles in my bag to pass around to all the unpleasant i passed. as like walked by i noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare.

i made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems.”