I’m gonna die here in Corona.

&No one’s ever going to find out.

BECAUSE NO ONE FUCKING COMES TO OR KNOWS OF CORONA.
WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF SUMMER CAN YOU HAVE IN CORONA?
WHAT AN UGLY NAME, WHY THE FUCK DO THEY EVEN CALL IT CORONA?

That’s a lot of cussing for one post. 

Sunshine, daises, lollipops, balloons, smiling babies.
Okay, that should balance it out. 
As I was saying, yeah, I need to find something productive to do before my thoughts eat me alive.
You think my mom would let me get a job?

Filer under: things I miss about not living at home.
1) NOT HAVING TO CONSIDER WHAT MY MOM WOULD APPROVE/DISAPPROVE OF EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY.