I don't even want to write anymore. I just want Social Security to pay out so I can get the hell out of here and resume my life.
There is nothing here... Nothing to do and no one doing anything themselves...
Everything good about me is rotting -- my goodwill toward all, my desire to do anything, my hope...
This place is a prison...
Mixx it!
I don't even want to write anymore. I just want Social Security to pay out so I can get the hell out of here and resume my life.
There is nothing here... Nothing to do and no one doing anything themselves...
Everything good about me is rotting -- my goodwill toward all, my desire to do anything, my hope...
This place is a prison...