2018 except, I’m nowhere near 18.

happy new year, happy new year. HAPPY GET THE FUCKING RID OF 2017!!

sorry, was that a little too forward? Okay same procedure as last year ma’am, 

twenty thousand and seventeen gave me nothing but a prescription for anxiety meds and a love for self demise. 


Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.