anger seems to come too easily again. it's as though the world has wronged me in each nudge, tap, and breeze. every bittle of dirt in my eye when i've got on a full face of makeup means that today is off to a bad start. and here i thought days like these were long gone.
i wish i had a little pot of gold! hunting without money is the saddest thing ever. see above boots. i want those babies so bad.
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