I need.
I need a fucking place to live... I can't stay in this house, with my moms shit, any fucking more. I either find a place to move out fast, or I fucking kill the bitch and burrier her in the god damn back yard.
Ryan Mercer's thoughts, mostly random musings, spanning form 2001 to present. Freemason, geek, nutter, Whovian, 8-bit Atari enthusiast, SciFi fan.