Everyday I get an opportunity to make money, but I never carpie diem. Why?

Vicko is amazing man. It’s the only elder friend relationship I have

She asked to see, I’ve stringed it on for far too long

She is at a friends. I shouldn’t have tried to talk

We are all ultimately ducked and need to heal. One pint of Alchol and we spilling

Need my paperback era

I simply don’t enjoy reading this book. It has too much

Twitter isn’t real guys

I’ve realized I crave kinship. That’s real and true

Nine of swords

Maybe I’d just go to war and embrace death

Perfect mix

Wonder is Seneca wrote on breakups

She gave stability. Memories on snap would be my end

She was perfect, in her own ways. But I wasn’t happy. I let too much ghost from the last creep in, i dwelled on tbings, I am the problem. I hope she’s happy. She deserves to be

I just broke up, I’d document my unfiltered emotions here.

Know who you can trust, and trust them quickly

My decision making and entry too horny

I’d cry real tears my first solid wins on shitters

Sigh