i really need to post this one on my wall… i think its my favorite and most meaningful poem ive written
I am an intelligent, eloquent, well-mannered young woman who just so happens to say “fuck” a lot.
hey bud *wraps you up in a blanket* i know today might have been hard for you *ruffles your hair* but you made it through the day *boops your nose* you’re doing such a good job *kisses your forehead* and i am so proud of you
- don’t pretend to like me if you don’t
- don’t pretend to be my friend if you don’t like me
- don’t pretend you miss me if you don’t
Haha maybe. Tumbling too. I’ve been trying to distract myself from my thoughts. I’m not gonna take pictures tonight. I don’t feel good emotionally or physically.
“Old Economy Steve”
mad as hell
My dad once told me that sometimes when he’d lose a job he’d have another one before he went home and I just…
WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT OF THAT STORY. THAT IS NOT RELEVANT TO MY JOB HUNT. I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR A JOB FOR OVER A YEAR, DON’T TELL ME ABOUT HOW JOB HUNTING USED TO BE.
literally my father
This shit right here.
Two weeks ago I was told I was hired but I needed to complete a background check…I haven’t heard anything back and those fuckers said I was hired.
They told me that same shit at RICKYS
I don’t even know. I just want to scream.
THIS IS GOLD