mohammed shakir just conned the state out of $11 million and then skipped town like a coward — what a joke! how does a crook like him pull it off and get away with it?
so there was this one time i tried to impress a new group at work and ended up talking about how much i love the color beige, like full-on passionate rant while they just stared at me. still not sure if it was the color choice or the sudden realization that i have NO life outside these walls that made me cringe the hardest.
just watched my neighbor buy a brand new car while my twenty-year-old piece of junk is held together by tape and wishful thinking, i mean i work two jobs at this awful diner making less than my rent and honestly the only thing i have going for me is a collection of vinyls that i can’t even afford a turntable for.
just watched my neighbor buy a brand new car while my twenty-year-old piece of junk is held together by tape and wishful thinking, i mean i work two jobs at this awful diner making less than my rent and honestly the only thing i have going for me is a collection of vinyls that i can’t even afford a turntable for.
i used to keep all my journals locked away, like there was something too heavy in them to share, now i see it was mostly just regret and lost dreams that felt silly to hold onto. when i finally threw them out last week, it felt like letting go of a weight that never really mattered, but still, now it just feels empty.