All right I want to know who is your why who's the reason that you keep going who's the reason that you're not gonna quit and that you're gonna keep pushing forward until you're successful could be friends could be family it could be yourself who is it

My why is me because at the end of the day, I was born alone and I'm gonna die alone, you know what I'm saying? No weird suicidal shit. But the person controlling my thoughts is me. The person taking the consequences is me. The person feeling the pain is me. All that shit is me. I gotta go through all that. So I look up to myself because if I'm able to take the pain and get through it, I know I'm strong and I know I could do this.

My brother is my why. I don't need to be successful for him to love me, but I want to get better. I want to be happier so that he's happier. I just want him to be happy. I love him. He's 12, and he's a douchebag, but I couldn't imagine my life without him. I raised that little boy, and I will never forget.

Is it just me, or is this a photo taken from Google? Like, someone researched, nice house, lot of cars, sports cars, and bam, they're fucking giving that. Like, for real, just don't, I mean it's taken too professionally too, I don't think this is a, this is a normal phone photo.

All right bro I'm just gonna keep it a buck 75 because motherfuckers keep it three fucking dollars matter fact 10 or $10 bill right the reason why I keep going is cause of all you guys like the world will be a better place without me and I don't want that shit to happen like I live out of spite for you guys like I don't I don't pray for the best I pray for the worst for you I'm just a hater just let just keep down your mind I'll stay on top I'll be on top

My only one true friend is my dog. There you go.

I used to say my ex but that didn't last. I literally lost all of the people that I even cared about and I literally had to move like hours away, like literally a day away from where I used to live. So I would say myself because at the end of the day yourself is the one that sticks around, no one else.

You are James. You are. It’s you.

Dick, Latinas, and bad golf bitches that are mentally insane and obsessed. That is my why. I feel like many other people share this with me, but it's just something spiritually only I understand, I feel like. But that's my why.

It's me, bitch. Who the fuck else gonna be here when I'm fucking sad and lonely? No one else, just me. Shit. I give no one else credit for my behavior except myself. My drive, my determination, my patience, my fucking will, that's all me. No one else, nobody else, nothing else, all me. Nothing's gonna change my mind about that.