I am feeling so fucking down right now I could cry, punch a window, or kill myself. And since I have an appointment to get work done on my tattoo tommorrow I should pull it all together and just cry. Besides I know it's just PMS and my dissatisfaction in my current living situation. I have to get out of this town. I want to move back to Berkeley. Me, my love, and our 5 furry babies just need to pull in the purse strings and get 'er done. If I have to stay here indefinately I will definately fall to pieces. I will become a terrible mess on the floor and someone else will be in charge of cleaning detail. I will be gone, so don't hand me the mop. Just let me get out. Fuck fate, I need a controlled action to take place. I WILL make business profitable. I WILL take pictures for $$. I WILL pay off debt and sock some of it away. I WILL NOT die in this place...
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(or at least be very sad because I had to leave without you before I did die in this place!)