I’m not artsy fartsy. I have a terrible vocabulary. I don’t paint, draw, or write. I can’t put words together. I don’t like literature, and I never ever read books. I was a straight C student my entire school career. I didn’t go to college. I don’t understand government or politics and I have no idea who invented electricity or the telephone. I’m basically a fucking moron. A dumb kid who plays with cars. I don’t think I’ll ever succeed in being responsible or have any self worth….I’ll just go make minimum wage at a fast food place and live out of my van, call it a day.
I wish
I knew how to write poems. Because I would write you the best shit ever. And it’d impress you and you’d be all like “omg jawsh u hav such a weigh wit werds” and i’d be all like “YOU LIKE DAT?!”
damn
8 pounds down.
IF YOU WANNA COME BACK IT’S ALRIGHT IT’S ALRIGHT IT’S ALRIGHT IF YOU WANNA COME BACK
