I'm a waist of air.
I'm a waist of space.
A waist of time.
A waist of energy.
Waist of words.
Waist of food.
Of water.
Of mony.
Shelter
Everything.
I'm a waist and i feel it hit my stomach as my onlign boyfriend had just broke up with me.
Yeah i know i'm a green haired loser.
He lives in LA
I live in Ireland.
It wouldn't have worked out.
I take a selife and post it, kicking the chair out from under me.
When i'm dead i'm less of a waist.
YOU ARE READING
septiplier oneshots
Fanficthe only septiplier thing I will (probably) ever make I ship it.
