i am 22 years old. i work at outback steakhouse in the infamous "villages," where i sell my soul regularly to retired senior citizens in the area for a good tip. i've written enough of these mini life stories to know that the basics, to you, are probably all that matter. nice to meet you.
so much static in the air today. i'm blocking out the noise thanks to my street pharmacist.
one thing i've learned this last month: feelings change with the seasons and karma has rained down on those i once cared deeply about. the overflow has left me damned.
in the last 6 months i've gotten apology letters from almost every person that has screwed me over in the last 2 years.
i must be doing something right.