Is getting schwasted ever fun
I sincerely hope one day everything can be put behind us and we could be good friends again.
I’m not holding out for it - nothing is certain in life. At the same time, time and a clear mind changes a lot. For fucks sake, the Pope and his shooter became best friends. That’s kind of cool.
For now, space is vital. Doing me, doing me, doing me. But I’d be lying if random nights in idle times I didn’t think how you were doing.
P.s. I dont know why I write towards people like anybody still reads this shit. I guess it just makes it more personable and thats the only way I could really write.
Things I’ve tripped out on in the past..
god. I learn every year, and I’m grateful for that.
I haven’t talked to my mom in 2 months ;_;
updates:
still broke and happy
got my new bike ;)))
had fun tonight, arm fucking killing me
still have my days, but few and far between
still impossible for me to hate somebody
The milks was chocolate. The cookies? Butter crunch.
I want to take you to places in my head
Learned the most from getting broken down into very little.
Cancer back into my grandmas lungs, round 2? 3? of chemo. “Treatable” but how much of this does she have to go through?
No need to be inhumane
0:30 - 0:45 in Brazil
