I’m fiending for mountains, forests, and the smell of fresh pine needle airrrrr right now. I want a road trip asap.
I’m glad to have you and your sly ass sassy comments and remarks back in my so called life. Youz the shit but I think you already know that.
This song. Just ugh. I don’t even.
How ironic for everything shitty to happen right on fathers day. I wish I had a dad to sit and hold me right now, tell me everything is gonna be alright. I’m doing just fine and how proud of me he is right now more than anything but all I have is this stupid loaded up syringe. Here’s to you pops…..
Leave me here to rot. Go live your life
