depressed little whore.
Moments like this i feel like stabbing out my eyes
its like 98 % and I’m on my way to work.
my sanity is in California.
and all i want to do is lay in a puddle of muddy water
blowing bubbles. whispering i love you
i miss you. come home? i’m going to be late to work again.
i’m always late. i hate my job. i hate my shit.
bye.
(she’s not even depressed.— she just has nothing better to write about.)
