forget it

[text to: fuckboy] wtf? i thought strippers made a lot of money? dude… i need substance. at least bento and pad thai.

[text to: fuckboy] you said youre a dancer? was i supposed to just know what that meant? [text to: fuckboy] if you touch eli i will not hesitate to shove my entire guitar up your ass. [text to: fuckboy] maybe you wouldnt have to steal if you were a stripper.

[text to: fuckboy] yeah. ill fuckin praise you as my god. but how about a box of bento? or pad thai. maybe onigiri too… i like the spicy tuna kind.

[text to: trash bag] what the hell i’ll go BROKE. fuck man, i’m already broke as it is . i’ll see if i can scrape some money off of some business man. i’ll get you the cheapest things on the shelf. how does microwavable rice sound to you

[text to: fuckboy] wtf? i thought strippers made a lot of money? dude... i need substance. at least bento and pad thai.

[text to: fuckboy] it doesnt matter anymore. its too late for me anyway. i can feel my stomach consuming itself in an effort to survive. i cant even reach the remote. tell my father i love him.

[text to: trash bag] No need for your hyperboles man. Chill for a sec? what the hell do you want anyways, i’m on main street otherwise. and i’ve got cents to spare. but you fucking owe me

[text to: fuckboy] yeah. ill fuckin praise you as my god. but how about a box of bento? or pad thai. maybe onigiri too... i like the spicy tuna kind.

[text to: fuckboy] it doesnt matter anymore. its too late for me anyway. i can feel my stomach consuming itself in an effort to survive. i cant even reach the remote. tell my father i love him.