like a ton of bricks

Woke up and I'm still stuck with the truth that I'm so crazy. I can be happy anyways. I was blinded by my own hubris again last night. I fucking hate hubris. So bad. Need some homes to keep me balanced. I'm so afraid I'm gonna be stuck like this. But I shouldn't be. The world is a great place. Now that I'm noticing it. I'm just gonna be happy and be me. The real me. The guy I was born to be. A writer, a dork, a gamer, a slacker, a whatever you wanna call me. Just call me by my real name. It's all I want. Also pencils have erasers for a reason. Can't be too manic can we.