In two hours, me and the Devil himself will have a conference. Im not sure what we are going to talk about. Im just gonna warn all of you, I'm sic as fuck and honestly in the pissiest mood I've ever been in, in my entire life. BI stands for Before Isaiah.
Im going to tell him the truth about everything, and after our little conference on facetime at exactly 8 o'clock, I'm going to come back here and tell you al the truth about everything also.
Im kinda fuzzy about talking to him.
I mean, its the right thing to do, but why am I allowing myself to be his ragdoll? Is he calming me down in order to shoot me right back up? Why am I operating on his accord?
I'm not up for being his minion.
Yeah I miss the kid, but I'm just really not that turnt about doing anything about it. I would rather do suicides naked on a gym floor with cleats on.
I don't feel like sucking up to him. He is very manipulative, but I am too.
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my summer bullshit.
Novela JuvenilWell, I'm a teenager. Um... Next year is my first year in highschool and well... I'm gonna take you all through my shitty journeys that have nothing to do with you, yet I would like you to read about it. Here is my life's bullshit.
