Depression
The thing consuming more and more of my 24 hours i have in each day
there is no escape.
Lately i have been residing in Brockton MA, in my new Apt i share with Bobby And Jere.
i have my own room, i like it, i work 530 to 2 5 random days a week but 2 of which are always saturday and sunday, and i make less money than you.
i pay for my brand new car and my apartment witht his terrible job i have, and i have to deal with all of this ON TOP of all my completly un-related depression.
whatever
ill just continue living like this until i get famous or die