I honestly shouldn’t be crying today. I hate my life so much.
I can upload my motherfucking Honda Day picture from a damn year ago, finally.
I need to go to the track.
I just need the smell of burnt rubber to fill my nostrils and the sound of people revving their engines to be in my ears :(
I got all dressed up to go out...
and damn it, I’m gonna go out.
I honestly think I'm bipolar and need to be...
like no bullshit.
me tomorrow morning
mom: hey hun good morning
mom: .. do you want eggs?
me: were being watched
me: ................ umbrella ella ella ay ay ay