I am so drunk right now. My house is freezing and I am sitting in the tub full of warm water. I’ve been in here so long that it isn’t even hot anymore. I wish that I could scream but my ex boyfriend who is sleeping on the couch next to the one I am sleeping on would hear me and try to see if I was alright. Because he cares about me. I wish he didn’t care about me. I’m not alright. I have so much anger. I know God will forgive me for it one day. But until that day, I am going to save it up. Save it up and keep it inside. How destructive. I am self destructive.

Sometimes the ho-hum times in beauty school produce neato things.

I just want to be well. In not fucking around.

Vegan roast?

Walking around my house making sure the doors are locked. This may be the opening credits of a horror film..