is this my problem? is this my fault?
as you may or may not have surmised, my mother is completely off her fricking rocker.
i did not a thing, but be the angsty twenty year old i am. i have three days to move out. and she's cutting off my cellular ball and chain, and not paying for the internet, and not paying for the gym. that's cool. there's only so much pain you can feel before you go numb, and other people have hurt me more than her bs ever could.
"two tears in a bucket, motherfuck it."
just keeping you kids apprised and shit.
no pity please, this is life.
sometimes it's cherries and sometimes it's moldy fucking pits.
i did not a thing, but be the angsty twenty year old i am. i have three days to move out. and she's cutting off my cellular ball and chain, and not paying for the internet, and not paying for the gym. that's cool. there's only so much pain you can feel before you go numb, and other people have hurt me more than her bs ever could.
"two tears in a bucket, motherfuck it."
just keeping you kids apprised and shit.
no pity please, this is life.
sometimes it's cherries and sometimes it's moldy fucking pits.