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I personally think that I am a whore.
No, seriously I am.
Okay well maybe not a whore, but I'm definitely a freak.
After my mother kicked me out of Italy, I had to move to New York to get my shit together. That means I have to find a job.
How the fuck does someone kick you out of a whole ass country?
"Mars having a job" does not suit me at all.
It's basically illegal. But its fine because I do a lot of illegal shit.
Seriously though, If my mom knew some stuff I did, she'd call the police on me.
Is there an FBI agent in your brain like there is one in your phone? That would be cool if I wasn't thinking of dumb shit, like how to ship a goat overseas without anyone knowing.
Goats are adorable when they aren't eating everything you have in your hand.
I sighed heavily as I walked down the busy streets of NYC. The noise and chattering was so fucking loud, I wanted to shoot myself in the ear to either die or become deaf.
Both works.
"Fottuta madre mi fa lavorare solo perché ho gettato una fottuta vestibilità infantile." I whispered to myself, praying to whoever is above that I don't go to hell for cursing out my mother.
Translation:Fucking mother making me work just because I threw a fucking childish fit.
You're already going to hell, you dumb fuck.
I knew I was, but I wanted to go for maybe murdering someone. It's always been on my bucket list. I'm kidding. Not.
There's a lot of things on my bucket list. Like going skydiving without a parachute.
It would be funny if I accidentally pushed a kid out of the helicopter.
Kids annoy and terrify me, with their sticky hands and annoying screechy voices.
I finally came to stop by a book shop that had the 'Hiring' poster attached on the window.
A fucking book shop? Another thing that doesn't go well with me.
Books and Mars?
I love reading but school ruined it for me.
School ruined everything for me. Like my perfect childhood where I wished to become a superhero.
But no, I had to wake up at 6:30 in the fucking morning and sleepily get dressed just to learn shit I don't even remember.
I shuddered at the though of working around books when I failed English in high school because I was too lazy to read a book that was made by someone who is dead.
