on the real, my mom be texting me like a nigga... dry as fuck, then leave me on read for a week on messages and without responding, she just randomly send a video on tiktok........?
eating two bowls of clam chowder while drinking taaka might actually be the most diabolical thing i've ever done. and i've fought men with guns on em.... this feels like post nut clarity rn π
(4 am, speaking like a maniac into my phone) "if big brother is listening and i know you are, bitch, i can't stand this nigga so FIX my for you page on tiktok RIGHT NOW"
i'm ab to start tweeting again. into the void. like a journal entry. consider this my first one. i should have known that bitch wasn't for me when i found out she eats her boogers at 22. smh.