So who wants to kill me before my brain and heart work together to kill me?
Cause they can really be bitches when they work together.
Depression is a biTCH, isn't it?
Anywayyyyy, ya broken ass bitch is gonna go watch Chicago and Beetlejuice while crying.
Life's a bitch🤷🤷🤷🤷
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{Personal/Rant Book}
RandomSo I'm not quite sure what this will entirely be. It will be a way for me to rant but also a way to just throw words out there in a random, unorganized way. Because hey Isn't that what life really is?
