I remember the first time I had ever felt this kind of pain in my head. It's like a hole. Or a crack. Or maybe a really deep and prominent dent. All I know is that the big, big thought of money is what causes this ache.
Mo money, mo problems.
I just want to live in the forest. Some woodsy place where I grow my own food, grow my own weed, and own a canoe. Find someone to live with that won't make me want to murder either of us. I'd live a life that doesn't revolve around money.
Either that or I want to be rich as fucking fuck.
First world problems.
Mo money, mo problems.
I just want to live in the forest. Some woodsy place where I grow my own food, grow my own weed, and own a canoe. Find someone to live with that won't make me want to murder either of us. I'd live a life that doesn't revolve around money.
Either that or I want to be rich as fucking fuck.
First world problems.
