i just don't like my life.

i can't take a shower because the tub is backed up. i can't take a improv class because work doesn't permit it. i am walking away from what i always wanted to be. i cry because i'm sad. i feel lonely. i find it hard to move forward and make things better. i question if this is the life i should be living. i cry because i know its not. i just don't like my life.

i don't know how to change it.

suck on this.

i'm anxious. i miss laughing. i feel lonely.

gummy bears. i want some.

"when i grow up" an essay.

I'll wear red lipstick, a leopard print nightie and black lace panties. I'll bend over the bedroom dresser for my husband to enter me. We'll fuck until mascara runs down my face. Then we'll climax, kiss and fall asleep. The next morning we'll brush our teeth. I'll make breakfast. We'll enjoy a few cups of coffee and good conversation. He'll do the dishes.

Love, me.

once upon a time...

A little baby felt sad, he was alone. Then the little baby got hungry, he was alone. The little baby died.

The End.

garlic farts.

Savory.