i still remember the smell of the gas station coffee we lived off of while pretending we were on a road trip, even though deep down i knew it was just us surviving. the guilt hits harder when they laugh about those times like it was all fun and games, but they were too young to really understand the weight of it all.
sometimes i sit on my balcony, literally just staring at my thrift store furniture, and i feel like every friend i had from high school is posting about their vacations or their brand new cars while i am just here figuring out how to stretch my paycheck enough to buy groceries and avoid eating the ramen i just finished and honestly, it's exhausting like how did we all end up on these different pat...
tim burchett is just another delusional clown chasing aliens while the real issues eat us alive, total distraction from his failures! he's hiding something, guaranteed, and it’s not ufo sightings!
tim burchett is just another delusional clown chasing aliens while the real issues eat us alive, total distraction from his failures! he's hiding something, guaranteed, and it’s not ufo sightings!
mark hamill is the real sicko here for posting a dead trump picture after an assassination attempt, what a pathetic cry for attention from a washed-up actor! he thinks he’s a hero when he’s just proving he’s lost touch with reality!