
twenty-three.
wreckless.

title: work, you and me. i haf loads to let out.
dont even talk about life, just sch enough is killing me. i need to buck up buck up! pull some socks up. i feel overly depressed. thanks for beat. i wanted movies and popcorn. and i learned, no more heavy food if not=vomit in public toilets again. iam not a game. i made myslf one. and i duno why. i got fired from tcc. and. i.. fucking sure am fucking pissed about it.FUCK. |