The things I do when I’m bored are strange. I put my friends laundry away, blast music and dance, and an assortment of other things. Don’t mind me I’m a strange one.
Decided to try and write poetry tonight. I really enjoyed it. I think I shall pursue this.
I wanna cry I’m so over this. I wanna go home for just one weekend. I just want to get away for once.
if i was a therapist i would have soulja boy as an assistant and every time my patient asked a question that was too emotional like ‘why did my dad leave me’ i would just turn and be like ‘soulja boy tell em’
Then he’d look at them and scream “YOOOUUUUU” and they’d cry