I'm not in a good mood. I got a ticket for speeding and I wasn't speeding I was going 42 mph where the speed limit was 45 mph. It's stressing me out, my mom out and I'm having bad thoughts again. I just want to crawl inside a hole and die.
fuck the police
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Fun!: Practically therapy for the Wicked
HumorRant book; non-essential, not important, disposable, much like my heart to some people. Oh yeah, I got issues baby. I like to think of this place as my shantytown, where it's beaten down, overlooked, but a place that's all my own.
