life ain’t real.

I’m addicted, I think.

almost 1am, I’m puffin on marlboro reds till my uber exec chauffeur picks me up...

had a busy morning, but the heavy bag is ringing. can’t let it go unanswered.

and it got me thinking...

life. ain’t. real.

I just get up, and put reps in until exhaustion. then repeat.

somedays I wake up with a smile on my face, full of metabolic fuel.

other days I don’t even wake up.

megadosing l-threonate puts me in coma state. lovely.

I’ll just slide a moda in, pop a snus and get back to work.

there is days I don’t even get hungry, I’m so lost in work I get fed enough by multiplying numbers in my banking app.

I’ll just slam 1kg of grassfed beef w some sweet potatoes and raw honey.

usually i fast 20h of the day, but it’s hard if you got a nympho girl laid up in bed.

however, I never eat pussy, not a fan of sour taste.

for all I know, this could be my last day alive. I don’t wanna get buried with a fishy scent.

I’d rather bathe in lv imagination.

can’t blame a real life enjoyer.

it’s funny, cuz I always wished I didn’t wake up next day.

I was certain this life was not worth living for. too many things that spike my cortisol and whorey girls.

now? I don’t see a way out. the only way out is through.

but until I get through? I’ll keep making money, hitting the gym, creampieing the same girl, and sending money to my sweet mother.

I mean, what else are you meant to do? is this it?

it feels like my life’s finished, you know?

when you’re already making a top 0.1% income for your age bracket, and you’re also ripped...

what else is there to do?

do you go and experience the real world?

smoke a few zoots and relax playing video games?

I don’t know, it gets boring fast, and it ain’t adding anything to my life.

I just use to take my mind off, so I can come back with revived clarity to make more money and more gains.

it’s fine to celebrate success, but then it’s back to basics.

I’m an extreme workaholic, halfway through a fancy date I find myself ripping davidoff cigarillos and crunching some work while she’s in the toilet.

always wearing blackout shades everywhere I go, I think better when I’m deprived of any sensations. works a charm.

since if you think about it...

anything is possible if you are willing to put your mind to it and sacrifice anything ‘normal’ about your life.

do you see how life is simply not real?

like there is a switch that never goes off. and I prefer it that way.

a few years back I was a nobody.

fast forward I’m a faceless printer, with a loyal tan brunette, ripped body, and an addiction to nicotine and stimulants.

this sounds extremely cheesy, but I stand on it...

but my mind acts differently cuz I peeped the game. you know what I am sayin?

I went in too deep that nothing seems real anymore.

and I hate to admit it, but it feels oddly peaceful.

why do you think I live this way? because I stopped fantasising about the ideal version of myself and started working towards becoming the guy I dreamt of becoming.

acted like I belong here, and succeeded.

and I simply got addicted to this feeling.

the feeling of power. nobody being above me and telling me what to do. its therapeutic.

when you come out post communist polish block, escorts and drug dealing.

truthfully, that environment shapes ur beliefs.

it gives you the mentality from a young age to never take any shit, and being a threat.

it is quite a blessing.

granted there was hungry nitties chasing anyone on sight... it’s survival grounds.

but fuck. life really doesn’t feel real.

I quite literally ended up getting addicted to quiet life.

interestingly, I feel no attachment to it at all.

everything just feels so effortless now.

and it feels effortless because I see it as effortless. you can paint a masterpiece with your thoughts, while obsessing whats real right now. it can’t see the difference.

I am not the boy who started this odyssey. but the guy who I envisioned to be.

you should cherish art, looking at a painting for hours and seeing deeper layers.

if you see a painting you don’t like? simply go over to the next one. you can change everything about your life the same way.

you just got told you can’t.

if you believe that everything is possible, it will be.

once you realise that you get what you give in life, and all you have to do is be delusional about your goals... reality bends to ur will.

it has no other choice.

yeah. life ain’t real.

it doesn’t feel real when you’re living unrealistic.

you know mfs who say “life is short”

maybe that’s why it ain’t real to me.

I’ve heard it so many times. save a little money, have a family, have fun on the weekends, don’t try to cause too much trouble. I disassociated too much.

I’m so detached from the concept of time, I only live by the rules of obsession.

that’s when I am at my purest in life.

and I’m addicted to the purity of mind it brings.

I risked everything I had, and gained everything I wanted.

maybe that’s why feel like i’m always on psychedelics.

because i’m just effortlessly flowing on the beauty of obsession.

If I can do it, anybody can.

something to ponder on.

cig went out. that’s enough talk.

stay schizo.

g2Ø.

p.s do you feel like this is a nice life?

this came as a moment of clarity for me.

playing with human emotions, the money game for long enough.

getting lean and mean.

all to increase my life’s enjoyment. it’s fun.

but honestly, there is fewer guys that play the game of life like I do.

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