Is the world fucking ending??
I don’t fuckin
Who I am
It’s like I did everything for sales.
Got caught plenty times.
I even chased after my enemies
Like high school bullies
Or my kind aunt whom might not like me or something
I am doing everything.
To my moms bestie whom she ranted off all my goddamn flaws
To clients who make you hope again
Feels like Im going on a birthday suit and drinking my espresso having no gun to shoot myself.
Cheers to staying in sales.