im so mad at you for qutting that job. im so sick of being stressed out over your bills and problems. im sick of you spending all your money on weed and not saving it up. i dont feel the same anymore. you dont seem like a man to me. i love you, but i cant do this anymore! i need to move back home and do my own thing for awhile. and honestly, im glad that my mom couldnt afford another ticket out to oregon for my birthday. CAUSE I WANNA GO ALONE! i dont feel like im my own person anymore. i dont know who i am.
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