Ignorantics

People gon respect me for who I am, I’m not riding no dick

Real

I can’t fuck with people at all. I miss my best friend Tristan Brown. No relation but that dude is my fucking brother and I miss him. I would trade 99% of the people that I struggle to call my “real” friends just to talk to him one more time. Idk any real people anymore. Everybody just wants something from you. Tristan ain’t never ask me for shit I never asked from him. Told me the truth every single time. He was honest to everyone and annoying as hell too. But that was who he was. Real. That’s who I am. I don’t lie to people that matter to me. I don’t hide my flaws. I’m honest to my friends till the point they hate me. But that’s me. And the the only other person that I ever met that was like me is no where to be found. If you see this and wonder why is he upset I ask you to imagine this. Picture yourself as a man playing himself in a movie. You know for a fact that you’re being yourself and that should be what pops off the screen but in the big picture it’s a movie. You don’t get an award for being the best you possible. You win by being the most believable person on the screen. I don’t feel sorry for myself either. I’ve been struggling with this idea of ‘real’ my entire life. I know I will never win either. You don’t get to heaven for being real. You don’t get respect for being real either. All that comes from it is gross amounts of self respect and confidence. But who needs that when there is Gucci and make up right?