everywhere i turn i see i’ve gotta move faster / every time i do i just go two steps back..
liking you was like liking the dead..
bombing hills w/ no hands & riding real fast in general is the closest thing i have found to drugs without having to talk to anyone and i am a okay with that..
i need something / someone to spend my money on..
thought of my week:
never again get a job where you’re the head of your section without someone under you or working with you. not so you can slack and palm things off, because if you’re going to be weak and not work your arse off then there’s no point at all, but more so that you have support. someone who will stick up for you and not just have managers who will hang you out to dry because it’s only you. naive to think that dobbing stops at school. it doesn’t. it won’t ever. at least i learnt something.
complaining is boring. going to drink and eat until i hate myself now. drown them sorrows.
/ end life update..