i need to be killed.
yeah so i feel like i am going to die. ive been crashing on 1304's couch recently in hopes of either getting a place with aaron smith, who ditched out on me without telling me, or signing a lease on a sweet apartment across the street from the jackpot. then every cent of my savings just dissapeared. my dad took it. now i have absolutely fucking NOTHING. i guess my three days of money spending splendor are over, and ive nothing to show for it. a few days ago i found out my mom is dying of hepatitis and then she broke the news to me that she has cancer. i'm just going to kill myself.
but before i do that, everyone should come to the jackpot on monday night (around midnight) because i turn 21 on tuesday. then i am going to wilmington. hopefully none of you will ever have to see me again.
but before i do that, everyone should come to the jackpot on monday night (around midnight) because i turn 21 on tuesday. then i am going to wilmington. hopefully none of you will ever have to see me again.