excuse me sir
could you do me one favour and
remember me forever then i'll pay you back later
i know i say that a lot
in need of paper a lot
i should probly get a real job, start makin some guac
but the truth is i truly do think i should be handed everything
but not through a sense of entitlement that fuels my greed
it's that without these things i feel i will have nothing to live for while simultaneously not caring enough about life to attain them myself
-remember me by atlas
YOU ARE READING
my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Acaknote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
