Maybe that's lucky. Being like my mom is shitty. Like, just in general because it's a shitty way to be, but also because I can see it's fucking Lip up.
[...] They're still in the box. It's on my table.
I feel over people like every single day. At least at some point. Also, I told you that you should have kicked sandwich guy in the balls. Next time, kick instead of sandwich, girl. Tell me about your new room mate.