"Every day's a new day... 15 there's still time for you. Time to buy and time to choose. Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this. When you only got 100 years to live." - Five For Fighting, 100 Years
I am in deep shit now.
I might lose the money I have in my wallet and definitely more.
Unburden me.
I shall not say anymore about my dream job.
I swear.
You have to be intensely secretive and tight-lipped.
I'm really tired.
Of certain things.
I think I'd just want to sleep and don't think about any other stuff.
I'm just so tired and worried.
For one who's not a)stupid b)a-hole c)blind, they'd know what the gun is for.
Guns are made to kill. As simple as that.
Same goes to bombs.
If you the ass is saying that guns are for self-defense, kiss my ass.
My mom keeps disapproving over the jobs I want.
And I know she will.
Always.
So I'm not going to say anything.
Except the jobs I want; no insurance company will ever want to insure my life.
Cherie