All day
For the money!
For the money!
FUCK ALL Y’ALL! DEAL WIT ME …
I wonder if I disappeared would anyone come find me. Would anyone miss me. Would anyone have any concern as to where I was, if I was safe, if I was ok. I’m not even bothering to form these into questions because I’m afraid to find out the answers. I have always felt this way. No matter what type of situation I’m in. No matter where in the world I have lived. What the hell is wrong with me. I don’t know what it means to have grown up with friends or family. Where the fuck is my father. My whole life is has just been one big jumping around from country to country to city to city. I guess relocation is the only remedy for me. It seems to give me a pseudo-happiness at least for a short amount of time whenever I do so. I would rather have that, than to have none at all facing me everyday.
Time to disappear …
fuckyeahhillary asked: It's hard for me to read your tumblr now!
All you gotta do is put the cursor over each of the icons and shit. It’s easy as shit lol.