akuma_usagi

My gramma is coming to take my cat away this weekend. Poor kitty, I hated living with my gramma. He will soon be fat kitty.

Stupid pregnancy and its stupid rules. I want a fucking martini and tattoo and to binge on caffine products. I wanna do it all at once. Then I am gonna walk to the store with no pain or puking, wear some fucking normal clothes and dance around until I pass out three days later. Maybe without the clothes, yah or a bikini.

Why does everyone think that since I am on the path to being a mom that all of a sudden their oppinion will mean something to me. I don't remember asking for people's oppinions. I don't think the second that I got knocked up my whole personality changed into someone who fucking cares what other people think or even wanting to hear what they think. I live in a maze within myself. How vacant do my eyes have to look before you realize that I am dancing with bunnies around a cemetary in my mind.

Give me money or presents, or just leave me alone.

maybe now I can play diablo and live in my pretend world again.