Im moving out of this house (me and mum are getting evicted (im 20 btw)) and I’ve found a damn good room for rent literally down the street and round the corner, no more than 500m (easiest move ever) so I’ll be going and its pretty good so I guess I’m doing better, its going well so far so it’s kinda forcing me into a better mood. For some reason I feel like I don’t wanna be happy, (I guess that’s pretty bad) wish I could just be all
~ *lardidaa, lardidoo, happy as a pig in poo, skibbidy da, skibbidy de, my life is all about me* ~ but no its more like
~ ^#* fuckidy de, fuckidy da, what the shit have I done so far, fuckidy be, fuckidy boo, what the hell am I to do!?¿?! *#^ ~
…yeah I’m not very good woth ryming, if I really tried to write a good poem I think I’d neck myself before making a good one.
So whats all the resta ya doing? Any little poems or anything?
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good luck with your move
Evicted; sucks, is your Mum going too.