i hate it when people call me rich, and everyone that knows my situation
about my family and the income and everything. i know alright, gahh damn it
i only ask money from them for my train ticket, & for field trips & sports trips, i swear that's it
& that monthly 50 for my food for that month. THAT'S ALL. you make it all seem that
how the recession isn't affecting me, IT IS! i'm selling all my shit, all my shit, why?
because i don't use it gah damnit, seriously what the hell are you expecting me to say?
can't you just accept a simple answer like that instead of asking me chain reaction of questions?
Lately, everything i have has been with my own money, MY OWN, NO ONE ELSES
I'm building up my fixie with all the money i'm gonna gain throough the profits of my shoes &
my clothing that i don't use. Don't fucking tell me i'm rich, because i'm not, i recycle my damn money.
My money, my shit, my own "proud to have bought" shit, okay got it? good.
& it's funny how i don't talk to any girls anymore. No more, like foreal. Spring break soon, ohhh Spring Fever!
So the date, the date. When will it be? Japanese Food for the win.
Make my Day
Dolan Frame here i come
I miss you oh so much
Matt is coming 2-4 April, yea man. hella sick.
Staying over Matts from June 12-June 20, let's kick it yea?
OMG this year is gonna be so awesome
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I feel you. Own money, own hustle, no ones help.
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