Imagine hating on me
when I’m literally typing on substack in my bedroom,
trying to become the next Socrates.
I’m sorry you don’t read, Mama.
I’m sorry that you don’t know what onomatopoeia means.
I can’t help you. You understand me?
Imagine hating on me
when I’m literally typing on substack in my bedroom,
trying to become the next Socrates.
I’m sorry you don’t read, Mama.
I’m sorry that you don’t know what onomatopoeia means.
I can’t help you. You understand me?