It's not really like I am out searching for a purpose for my existence or anything. I am merely trying to find out what exactly this big thing I am supposed to do is.
I might or might not already have done it and not known, but I don't dig that action.
My aunt arrived here today I hate my aunt and at diner my dad said while we were all eating diner that none of them wanted me born their only putting up with me cause their stuck with me
Me and my mom just had an argument and she don't frikken listen and now I'm crying