my mind is a mess.
I don’t know if it hurt or not today when my teacher assigned us with interviewing one of our parents. My daddy is dead and my mom cut me off. I think it says more that I wasn’t hurt. But I don’t know man. I’m all alone.
I don’t see time as time anymore. I see it as money. In 2 hours I can make 20 dollars after taxes. 10 dollars a hour ain’t shit but it’s making me hungry for the moment when a hour of mine is 50.