I woke up to my Sunday morning with my ride having been damaged by a heinous, criminal act. I do not have the money to repair it. IF ANYONE CAN HELP, PLEASE HELP. DEPRESSION AWARENESS! SUICIDE AWARENESS. I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE. If anyone is capable or caring enough to help, please, I’m at the end of my rope.

Broken window, shattered soul, this is hell, don’t you know
Sunday blues *sigh*
Nothing stolen, strictly spite
$275 in repair costs I do not have and cannot drive until it is fixed.

2 thoughts on “My Sunday, how’s yours going?”

  2. Bad things happen to good people
    The world is overrun with evil
    So here it comes another sequel
    Losing my shit while not acting civil
    My fangs are sharpened and feeling lethal
    There goes my freedom

    FUCKING SHEEPLE

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