ghettoblaster

I'm getting sick, my throat is swelling up and I'm coughing.

I hate work, I hate working. I wish I was doing something fufilling with myself.

Home is uncomfortable. Its not going to get any better. Its a shame really. I really thought this was it, I would have given my very all.

I had to give my dog away.

Christ my life is a country song.

I just wish it wouldn't repeat itself like a broken record every year.

=my soul


I would like to be a photographer. But the kind who makes money doing it.