Hey pig
nothing’s turning out the way I planned
Hey, pig.
there’s a lot of things I hoped you could help me understand.
What am I supposed to do?
and then things took off at an astonishing rate. I tried to warn them, to tell them, to plead with them and they didn’t believe me.
it’s ok, because I have proof that they were out of line douchebags and the fact that she called me twice after her work hours to tell me what was up, well, that was something. Basically a permission slip to move as fast as I can because they want shit changed, and I guess I had no right to question my role.
Did it happen? Yes. Because of me? Some of it.
Then it was probably meant to be, bitch. Stop crying.
We will see what happens now, we will see, we will see we will see. In the mean time I endeavor to purchase a cigarette, so I suppose that is what I will have to do.
Today is the first day I officially asked for help. You can donate and give us a foundation to begin anew with, or laugh derisively.