All I ever do now is work. 8ight hours a day, 5ive days a week. I finally get some days off, and my work keeps trying to call me to ask me if I want to come in and work for overtime. No thanks. I feel like I live there.
Things have been good, though. I don't know if I still have a boyfriend, but it doesn't make me sad.
My mom is scared that I'm working "so late". She told me that last Thursday a Super America in Minneapolis got robbed and two people were shot. Wow, that's MINNEAPOLIS not EDEN PRAIRIE. The scariest thing we have here is soccer moms.
I need to move. I'm tired of everyone I know. I'm tired of being dissapointed more than once a day. I'm tired of people only calling me to buy them cigarettes.
I want friends that are fine with hanging out even though we have nothing to do, because hey, it's better than sitting alone all the time.
What`s your pimped out ghetto thug weapon? "Da Nine" That's right. You're hardcore and prefer to keep your hands clean. Catch anyone messin' with you, and you'll bust out your nine and cap their bitch ass
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