β’ Day 1 : Miami Bound *Sigh*
πππ’ π€πππ‘ π ππππ‘βπππ .. ππ’π‘ π¦ππ’ πππβπ‘ ππππ€ βππ€ π¦ππ’ πππ βπππππ ππ‘ .. π¦ππ’ πππ£π ππ π‘βππ‘ πΌ βπππ, πΌ πππ πππ‘ ππ£ππ ππ¦ πππππ .
The song played on as the thought of getting something Iβve wanted for so long but unsure if I can handle it. I feel like I can go for it and it will go well. . . But Iβm scared to fuck it up. I just... ugh itβs a mood. Let me just keep it simple. . . I never see my damn father and itβs sooo annoying. Heβs off being an idiot, no fucks . . And Iβm here busting my ass off.
Oooooossssaaaa, Un, ooossaaa.
Iβm slightly triggered. Imma take a hit of my pen now. ..
















