I hate to do this, but I need to write. I NEED to. It's not some desperate cry for attention, it's that I visit my blog occasionally and read my old posts. I used to write. It wasn't good. It wasn't even decent, but it was me.
Why did I stop writing? I lost my muse. I gained a habit. I miss my muse...So much that I try to bring him back, but I realize that the chapter of my life where he was the star is over. He's just a bit player now.

The new one that I thought that would be my new muse is nothing but a creativity murderer. He doesn't make me think. He makes me angry. He makes me vengeful. He makes me all the things Marcus didn't. I don't know that I like it, but it's whatever at this point.

So I am doing this...Marvin's Room - Drake vs. Marvin's Room - JoJo.

Drake pours his heart into this song. It's needy. It's pathetic. It's everything that the critics don't get. He's reaching. Many claim it's "a drunk dial set to music," but what is a drunk dial? It's plea for love and affection. When you're drunk, you think you're some great speaker and you feel you've got it all figured out...

"After a while girl they all seem the same
I’ve had sex four times this week, I’ll explain
Having a hard time adjusting to fame"

This is not what it seems. Yeah, dude partied. He got drunk. He's not happy with his fame. He's telling her that "she could do better." He remembers all of this... When you're with someone like that? You want someone like that. You need to tell them about how you can't deal with this and that...


Fuck this. I wrote. I feel better. I suck at reviews, but I know that everyone that has reviewed this song missed out on all the underlying insecurities of the artist. This is, for real, my favorite new rapper...Aside from Dr. Lector and Childish Gambino, of course.

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We've been fighting for so long, I don't know what we're fighting about.
I have no idea what we're holding on to.

I miss him. The him I am fighting with and the him I fight myself to forget.