Angel

We could drive forever, my baby

We could leave it all and never look back

If you wanted heaven, baby

Sit back in my pink Cadillac

Phillipians 4:6

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིi really like you. I'm gonna be really sad if you don't come back, unless you tell me ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

Monday, March 17th 2025

Happy St Patrick's Day. Kiss me, I'm Irish (I'm not Irish).

Today I am feeling very sick n tired of life. Nothing is going well for me. Woke up at 5 in the morning to get ready and leave for school; my morning class got canceled, so I woke up early for nothing. I decided to go out and do some Instacart orders to make money, so I sat in parking lots of multiple stores and got no orders. Had to go to my afternoon class and forgot my jacket and school ID in the car, so I was freezing walking to class, thank god I'm at least wearing a sleeve shirt. I guess I can't blame the universe for all of my problems since a lot of things are my fault.

My grade in microeconomics dropped because I missed class the day before spring break. I constantly feel like a failure. At this point, this blog will become my diary, and every post will make me sound more insane. I'm so tired.

St Patrick's Day reminds me of my mom because it was the last holiday I spent with her before she died. She died on March 18th. For the holiday, we went out with our families to downtown Chicago. I don't think I've been downtown since then. I've gone to different areas of Chicago for concerts, just not downtown. Maybe one day, I will take the train there and explore. Chicago is a ghetto hell hole, though, so we'll see about that.

Henry, come on

i am the trailer park darling