it's week two and I have decided to focus less on love and more on congratulations, mixing it up like a good creative

"it's packed but i'm not going to be able to lift it without some fucking help, seriously, someone is going to need to help me lift this shit or else i'm not going anywhere. i'll just die here in a pile of my own shit, then you'll be sorry- or maybe you won't even notice...fucking lazy fucking people."