I feel like Harry Potter.
Didn’t they used to lock home boy up in a closet underneath the stairs or some shit like that?
Well anyway I am coming to you live from my teenaged cousins bed with all the shit to my name in a black and white polka dotted suitcase, a Kenneth Cole suitcase(yess im classy lmao) and two trash bags. I’m once again a hobo.
No but seriously.
Along with the move my Mom thought it would be a good idea to take my car and to sell my bedroom set. Leaving me with…..
Its like some days I can handle it and others its just way to overwhelming. Like I honestly feel like I dont have any family. I hate negative shit. Like this is not me. I dont even know right now….sorry this is so random but this is how i’m feeling.
Showering and then sleep.