hellcatjustine

I don't know if this makes me a horrible person, but I'd like to be a lady of lesiure.

I'm tired of working for crappy money, and anxiety attacks, and spending the day in bed because I cannot make myself do anything else.

I feel like a failure. again.

My house is a disaster, again. I can't do anything right. can I?

and now, to get ready for work.

this has been your emotional weather report.



late night edit:

2:42 am. dogs barking. smoking a thousand cigarettes.

and all I want to do is sleep...