-

30 Weeks, 1 Day: Food Makes Me Happy – Any Minor Failure Makes Me Wanna Die – Gaming with the Nephew
30 Weeks, 1 Day. There’s a chair sitting next to a table that belonged to my grandma and the table was supposedly my grandpa’s who I barely met. On that table, I have some of my mom’s ashes inside and urn that was my grandma’s surrounded by several of her turtles with two big paintings…
-

12 Weeks, 3 Days: Mexico City/Querétaro Vacation Next Month – Lovely Suicidal Thoughts – Financial Woes
12 Weeks, 3 Days. I just bought a ticket to Mexico City from May 22nd to June 4th. Before and after buying it, I was stressing out over financial concerns. I still fucking bought it. $150 was the total. I need tacos before I continue. I need to write for profit instead of writing to…
