its a new year and i still let these πππππs get to me. i m the type to have everything and nothing makes me happy. Maybe i should kill myself and give up huh? Itβs not like I have basically a whole life or something.. its not like i married the first fat girl who cooks and does dishes because i was scared of the lonely sinking feeling i drowned myself in like a pissy sissy who needs to run and get another person to fight my sloppy drunken wordy word play because i manipulate children into playing gay fish eggs and pigs and the garbage parts of prime meat made me
