My writing fucking sucks lately. I can hardly even write a letter. I've got so many vague ideas but it's impossible to pull them together. Faulkner doesn't even help. Fuuuhhhh.
I've had the shittiest day. I'm glad Elisa's was perfect though.
Fuck me, man. Fuck me and my life.
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4 comments:
The fact you had a shitty day makes it IMPOSSIBLE for me to have a perfect one
nooo, niiiigggggaaaaaaa, that's some poooowwddaaa
nigga, this is homie shiiit
niiiggggaa, this is some homo shit <3
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