"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone."
There is no way you can judge the content of someone's character by viewing their Itunes playlist. Music is there for a reason, shut the fuck up and enjoy it.
Got fired from my job, someone stole all my money, my brother owes me money and will never pay me, broke something that actually means a lot to me, can't sleep, my head hurts, mom won't stop yelling at me; I have to move out.
I've only known you for a short time, but I feel like I've known you for years. I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I've been fucking up, and I'm sorry. I don't really know what else to say..