Into the Fire
Out of the frying pan. Good news is, my car's transmission might have died. Bad news is I have only my insane problems at home to comfort me. I'm pretty sure this isn't real and I'm jus' havin' a really bad eighteen-year-long dream. When I wake up, I'll be rich, famous, have many, many friends, innumerable acquaintences, all the material yearnings I could possibly desire, and true love.
But then again, it's only nice to think about. Consider if I was rich. I'd have so much money, I wouldn't know what to do with it! What a cruel fate. I'm glad I'm poor, friendless, and have crazy domestic disputes. And also, this journal jus' became...
Friends Only.
But then again, it's only nice to think about. Consider if I was rich. I'd have so much money, I wouldn't know what to do with it! What a cruel fate. I'm glad I'm poor, friendless, and have crazy domestic disputes. And also, this journal jus' became...
Friends Only.