i quit i quit i quit
i quit school, i quit life, i quit everything. i hate having to start over, i dont see the point anymore. how many times have we moved? oh yea 7. 7 fucking times. i'll never make my kids move: that is if im not too cold and bitter to have kids. life blows. i want to go home, wherever that is...
that bia that i always see in the hallway fell down the stairs today. it was the first thing that made me smile in a long time. OH and she was wearing a skirt, that hooch.