I love my family, I love my family…..I really do but I wish they could comprehend the fact that I work so hard, at everything. I do everything on my own, I never ask for anything ever. Yet they expect me to drop everything and be their shoulder, their ear, every single time. Its always over the most mundane, materialistic things it just drives me nuts.
The only things I want to focus on is getting my shit done, thats enough!
I don’t want kids, I want music and writing, those are my kids.
I don’t want kids, I want music and writing, those are my kids.
I don’t want kids, I want music and writing, those are my kids.
I don’t want kids, I want music and writing, those are my kids.
I don’t want kids, I want music and writing, those are my kids.
I don’t want kids, I want music and writing, those are my kids.
I don’t want kids, I want music and writing, those are my kids.
I don’t want kids, I want music and writing, those are my kids.
My plates already full with just my life….
