"Drake"_Lost%found...

I Found him.
My Drake.
Someone gave it to a friend who gave it to a friend who gave it to me.
Oh yeaaah.
Thank you Universe.

I Lost My Drake

His name was drake and he was only 11-months old. He was black. But covered in white, and had a few nicks and scratches, but that's what gave him his character, and that's why it's going to be so hard to replace him. I know I can just get another one, that isn't the problem. I want him back. Exactly him. Not a look a like, I want him. That's the problem. I put so much love into him and I never even saw this coming. I can't believe I never even saw this coming. But I have to move on, I want to so bad. I really just want to forget I even left him unattended even for a second. Why did I just leave him in that room? I almost took him. I almost took him with me. I almost did. Almost. But almost doesn't count, right. I hate this. I want to kick myself but I can't. No, literally I don't know how to do that. I'm not even sure if it's physically possible. Is it? Uhhhhhhhh. This is like torture. It's my fault. fault. fault. fault. It's like that, I hear an echo in my head. And it never stops. TORTURE. I miss you drake. You were the best friend a girl like me could have. I hope that if we ever meet again, you don't hate me.

-In Memory of A Lost Drake-

Instant Gratification

I'm rich. Not in the way you think, though. Well, maybe. I knew this would happen to me one day. That I would just wake up and be okay. I am feeling the love. Wow, I'm actually. Ya know, that. I'm one of those. I can do anything I want. I can do whatever with my life. Why am I just realizing this? I've always been famous and it just hit me in the freaking face right now. I could always do whatever I wanted and I never thought about it. Until now. Nothing has changed. I'm just rich now. Rich in knowledge. Love. Friends. Happiness. Stress. Potential. Hope. Courage. I have the whole world in my hands.