Friday, January 31, 2025.

Overton, Nebraska.

I’m in a bad mood because of the tax. Taxes are on my mind day and night. I’m willing to pay 3k, 5k, but it hurts me to have to pay 8k, 10k, 15k or more.

I don’t earn this money easily.

Oh, I spend it easily, that’s true. But I can do as I please. It’s my money, I can light it with a lighter and have fun if I want. But why should I pay taxes?

No, actually, I don’t care if they cut the tax themselves from the beginning, but when they tell us to collect it, save it and pay it, it’s really fucking annoying. It’s like I’m trapped.

I can’t save money anyway. If I could, I would save it for myself. It’s like these motherfuckers know I can’t save and yet they torture me like this.

Whatever, fuck it. It’ll work out somehow. Let’s not bother. Mesut makes me laugh again. 🙂