I feel as though I have been painting on the canvas of my imagination throughout my life, but now I have run out of paint. The only option to continue is to use my own blood as paint.
From here on, I'll grind my ass off to succeed in life on my own terms, no leeching. Goal: Get rich enough for a remote house, total peace, solitude, and at least one chill pet cat.
This will probably be my last tweet. I'm ditching all social media. I've got a bone to pick with reality, never liked a thing about this world. I just wanted fun and happiness, nothing more.
From here on, I'll grind my ass off to succeed in life on my own terms, no leeching. Goal: Get rich enough for a remote house, total peace, solitude, and at least one chill pet cat.
I just need to let this out of my head. But, anyone leaving a relationship to "find themselves" is just a horrible reason. I'd respect you more if you tell me you just want more d*cks/p*ssies.