I said stressed to the point you said fk it or fk life.
There are threads about a fat guys reasons for being obese, an inmate escaping prison. They reached "fk it" at some point.
Stress has levels and not everyone can tolerate the same degree of stress so its a personal experience. You individuals determine the degree of stress that caused you to "snap". It will be different for everyone, I assume.
I lived "fukk it" my whole life though, at least til I had kids lol, it's my natural state of being. `
The night before my moms funeral I was chillin with my best friend and my cousins. I'm not really a drinker but they started pouring me drinks.
They all my lil cousins but the oldest one of them gets a call from one of my other female cousins about how her baby daddy did xyz, pulled a knife on her, cut up her furniture ect. I'm sitting there freestyling and chilling and then he pulls his strap out talking about going to go find him, just talking shyt, then he sits the gun on the table like an idiot.
So I end up picking it up, start rappin and waving it around like where that nikka at? they like yoooo
They got the gun from me eventually, hid it so I went to the bathroom to just shake shyt off, that's the last thing I remember. Apparently they said I was in there talking to someone or some-thing and it sounded scary. That kinda ruined the party so they decided to drive me home. I don't remember anything after the bathroom but apparently I threw up in my youngest cousins beamer after having some kind of, exorcist type episode. nikkas had to take me to the car wash, hose me and the car down and then dropped me off at my grandma's crib at like 4 am butt naked from the waist down.
Foul shyt is some of this on tape, I asked them to never show me. Got like two hours of sleep then woke up to attend my mothers wake.
I recovered by listening to music, working, and going on the Coli.
