I could lie and say the most quasi-independent and self-motivated cliche and say "its a common misconception that not having a car means not having a life". But ive grown tired of my walls. stiffling stucco sedation inside and out.
it makes me want to cry when i think that the last time i cried was when i got soap in my eyes, but i cant. Tears always bow down to that tyrannical idol of apathy in subservient worship.
I give out validation 300 times a day at work. and free parking is all that people really care about. theres so much going on and so much im not part of and no one cares whats going on right here. and its depressing that that i feel like i need validation too.