Cane I holla at ya for a second?

I meant to write cane so you know...cause I was trying to forget the world and jumping over parking baracades and chiped a bone in my heel and then I couldn't afford to rent crutches and figured that one of my friends would have some but they didn't so I had to walk around with a cane and a sexy limp....ie I thought i was a pimp didly! haha last night I kept saying "I'm a motherf**king P I M Peters" I thought it was hillarious...judges.......................HILLARIOUS!!

anyway on to some sort of life philosiphiszing...

everyone has a breaking point. That one singular point where they just can't take it any more and bomb they explode. The key to the explosion is time and place. well to tell you the truth I have hit my breaking point at writing today and I feel as though I have no need to continue talking about something that I truly know nothing about, cause I have never exploded. They key to my breaking point is finding one...have you found your breaking point today?

p.s. sometimes change isn't needed...but its at that point that it's needed the most!

p.p.s. that feeling in your gut is wrong 50 percent of the time...but I now know I should trust the other 50 percent of that feeling more than ever! such an idiot!

p.p.p.s. rip...