This Can’t Be Life Vol. White Girl Problems

I was going to write an essay about the various types of bowel movements and the after effects of each one because yesterday I took a soul escaping one and my body didn’t feel normal for close to 3 hours. Post-apocalyptic poo’ing. Yeah, I was going to dive into that but woke up this morning and someone jacked my ipod out my car. Pretty sure they tried to get my head unit too but that’s bolted in so good it’s never coming out. I would have been more pissed if they had taken my sketch book and pencils. Checked my funds, NEGATIVE. Nobody is getting shit for this holiday. Not even myself. I feel so vulernable. Someone. Hold me.

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