All I wanted to do in this one life is be happy and create, all I wanted to do is become the best person I could be and achieve a higher power of self being and help my friends.

I can’t take this pressure anymore I don’t wanna be a puppet to this industry.

I don’t wanna compete with anyone I just wanna be happy and I can’t seem to reach that goal.

This is where I have to end it.

I’ll be happier off dead, and maybe than…

people will appreciate my art…better of dead

My label will be happy and leach of me like every other one of my dead friends

fuck this life this isn’t real art

I’m sorry I’m weak, I wasn’t strong enough to stay alive.