This was the scene in one American city yesterday – just one city.
For a day of worldwide protest called #MissingMillions.
The shoes belong to people with ME who sent them in. 219 more words
You tell me you love and wanna rebuild yet you tear me down attempting to remind me of how insecure and offset I am as if I’m on the outside looking in from around the corner being told by a third party as if I’m not living in it and know first hand😒😒😒😒 You call me up and stay on my line pinging these towers for hours on end conversing about the most mundane things like what you ate what you thought you were going to eat your homeboy being mad an episode of Mike Tysons cartoon etc.for goodness sake but when I grace this keyboard to vent and ask 1 simple question😒😒😒I’m staring at ⏱⏲⏳⌛️⏳⌛️⏳ shit I might as well go have me a 🚬 (and I don’t even smoke😳)..