"Write something worth reading, or read something worth writing."
So here it goes, i don’t know anymore. It’s time for a change. I miss her. 9 days. I miss you. I love you. I miss home. You’re the fucking best. Scrubs. Stressed. I need to study. Needs more exclusive songs. Needs money. I just always did my own thing; now i run the game you stupid mothersuckers. Diet. Tanning. Summer. Bathing Suit. Pay day. hungry.
All the things and thoughts i’ve been feeling today. Alright good night.