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well people, I tried to keep me positive and upload pretty drawings to cheer you up... but this is the last straw.
I have problems with my family, I have no money, my cat is starving, my friends no longer trust me, my studies are in the trash and my dreams are slowly dying.
I have problems with my family, I have no money, my cat is starving, my friends no longer trust me, my studies are in the trash and my dreams are slowly dying.
do you want to know what the last straw was and what will happen to this account? keep reading.
my keyboard was damaged, caput, it no longer works.
how am I writing? keyboard borrowed, but tomorrow morning I have to return it. after that nothing, no way to use the laptop. I& #39;m screwed up.
how am I writing? keyboard borrowed, but tomorrow morning I have to return it. after that nothing, no way to use the laptop. I& #39;m screwed up.
I really don& #39;t feel good at all.
this nonsense on the keyboard is the last straw and... bah, I don& #39;t know what to say anymore, I& #39;m not interested in saying anything with meaning.
this nonsense on the keyboard is the last straw and... bah, I don& #39;t know what to say anymore, I& #39;m not interested in saying anything with meaning.
Well, in the end, I just want to say... I love you very much.
I don& #39;t know who are you, but I know it& #39;s nice that someone tell you that you& #39;re loved.
nobody tell me that! and when someone tell me, is just to manipulate me.
but I don& #39;t want you to feel sorry for me, no...
I don& #39;t know who are you, but I know it& #39;s nice that someone tell you that you& #39;re loved.
nobody tell me that! and when someone tell me, is just to manipulate me.
but I don& #39;t want you to feel sorry for me, no...
probably no one reads this tweet, just like my friends don& #39;t want to see my drawings or hear me play guitar... I& #39;m probably just being too dramatic, right?
I don& #39;t even know why I write this in english! if I& #39;m latino... venezuelan to be exact.
I am a stateless fool who only knows how to make mistake after mistake and well, we all make mistakes... but is someone going to forgive me? not. no longer.
I am a stateless fool who only knows how to make mistake after mistake and well, we all make mistakes... but is someone going to forgive me? not. no longer.
if I don& #39;t upload anything within a month it is & #39;cause: either I still do not have a keyboard (most likely), or I have killed myself because WHAT A SHIT is having to support a family that doesn& #39;t love you as you are with your POOR money inflows and constant social problems...
the funniest thing is that today is mothers day... haha, what a shitty joke to my life.
"MAMÁ, ¿ESTAS FUMANDO BAZUCO OTRA VEZ?"
shit
"ABUELA, MI MAMA ESTÁ FUMANDO EN EL PATIO"
get the fuck out of my life, not you Maria, drugs! I want the drugs far away.
"MAMÁ, ¿ESTAS FUMANDO BAZUCO OTRA VEZ?"
shit
"ABUELA, MI MAMA ESTÁ FUMANDO EN EL PATIO"
get the fuck out of my life, not you Maria, drugs! I want the drugs far away.
I& #39;m throwing loose garbage in this thread cuz I don& #39;t care anymore.
I just want to take advantage of this keyboard to be able to say everything that I have to swallow day after day... and I say it (better "I write it") because the other way is violent, and no no... that& #39;s wrong.
I just want to take advantage of this keyboard to be able to say everything that I have to swallow day after day... and I say it (better "I write it") because the other way is violent, and no no... that& #39;s wrong.
Do you know what it feels like to be forced to keep quiet about what you think? how you feel? The things you like?
sure, EVERYONE wants to be heard, but no one listens...
what sons of bitches.
sure, EVERYONE wants to be heard, but no one listens...
what sons of bitches.
