Sep 2018
The subtle art of not giving a ****
is lost on me.
My cups of ***** runneth over.
I will throw these ***** in the river
and let them float
Down the swift river of regret.
is lost on me.
My cups of ***** runneth over.
I will throw these ***** in the river
and let them float
Down the swift river of regret.
Just so tired of caring too much about everything.
