F*** Iraq, f*** Syria, f*** Ukraine, and f*** the f*****’ Diaz Brothers!
While at Fiserv, I find myself frequently daydreaming throughout the day. I fantasize about talking a nice, euphoric walk to my car as I realize those are my final moments of suffering. I get in, close the door and turn on the generator and gently fall into a permanent sleep…
For her since im a f****** coward, I admire you. I know its rude to stare but i do. I dont even think you like girls, especially not me, but I think about you, and how you don’t know how to pronounce “consumption” or “irresponsibility”. I don’t know much else about you, except how you’re a grade below mine and that you have english 4th period. I hope you know that you’re beautiful don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
