layla
I cant conjure up anything to write about. I just worked 10 hours. my next day off is at the end of march. my brain is blank.
I heard a knock on the door and I looked through the peep hole. it was the god damn girl scouts with their cookies. I am on a diet. I am trying to be thin. I want to not exist and I want you to go away. don't ever knock on my door again.