half of which i don’t have enough money for, the other half is shit i just have to figure out i suppose. money doesn’t get you everything you need, but it would provide a nice distraction.
i could ask for more, but i doubt if i get it.
my saturday night.
i actually do miss those random positive texts.
in many ways, but right now i mean i need to be asleep. should have been asleep hours ago.
not great, but it will do.
turns out i’m not leaving the house…
the perfect title for my autobiography. i have a true distaste for my life.
up for no good reason, just to wake up early to head to a shit job, ran by bitches too concern with stroking their egos to actually manage. fuck. i need a life do over, or an instant painless death.