What do you do when you are your biggest enemy? Who do you run to in the final hour? When your suicidal thoughts consume you? Those who love you, do they love you enough to help you pull yourself up? Or do they leave you to rot? That's how I feel. I feel like people who I counted on are leaving me to f**king rot. Yet, they come to me with their problems, don't they? You know what? F**k ya'll. I'm back on my 2018 Baggage s**t again. The art speaks for itself. I ain't explaining s**t else.