We’re moving closer to his biches and buddies…
Not only will I be annoyed by more people but shits just about to go to fucking hell now…
I thought he’d never be home he has his truck back, but to be back in that damn city… fuck it all. Fuck my fucking fake life.
Last updated January 10, 2018
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