"Well, I'm convinced that underneath that black hair There's a listening device planted there And there's a man who follows me everywhere And I shouldn't care"
u take my profit. the one thing that could provide me a good week off. if i dont make it out of here, i blame you. i understand you are trying to help others, but i wouldnt let those things happen. i, too, am a caring person. you robbed me of my foothole.
its been one hell of a weekend. losing teeth and ripping my hair out. putting up with pain in the ass kids. being on vicodin for 72 hours is really strenuous. im at the end of my wick. so close to the edge. even the wrong music and typos are pushing me closer and closer to blowing up at the wrong person. i need my rest and a syringe full of my bike. getting sme money in my pocket as well would be quite useful. couldve come in handy today. but i guess if it was supposed to happen, it wouldve. i definitely need some rest. look at me, im so tired im actually making a normal post. something must be wrong then
math tests, make-shift sailboats, overuse laughing gas, pain killers, wisdom teeth, nap time and plenty of mindless laps around the house. most people sleep for days but i couldnt sit still. hold me down so i can rest. sell these pills and make some money for future sojourns.