Breaking the Law.

Well, internet. I saw Taylor again today, and I think we might actually make this moving out thing work. He and I may be going back to Disney Springs at some point, and I thought of a terrible, yet possibly genius idea. Remember when I said that he and I stole about $400 worth of … More Breaking the Law.

Freedom.

  Well, world. Things aren’t much different around here, except for the fact that my mom is still smothering me like fucking gravy on a piece of fried chicken. She doesn’t understand that I’m an adult, and I’ll never be able to act responsible because she never cuts the fucking cord. Parents have to realize … More Freedom.