twenty seven
i guess it's just about that time where you evaluate how shitty your summer is or how it's the shit,
followed by hours of self-loathing or self-praise.
hello, teenagers.
i'm undecided and indecisive. there've been shit moments and insanely awesome ones.
and oh, there's a new boy in town, whatever category that may fall in.
there's such drama in everything. good is bad, bad is good, no one is right, & something's always wrong.
why can't we all just get some fucking apple pie, two for a dollar, at Mickey D's and enjoy life?
you feel me?