but I miss my boyfriend running in and out of the bathroom, holding his breath to spoon feed me breakfast while I’m taking a crap because he’s afraid I’ll be late for school.
BYE, MOM. BYE, DAD. PLEASE STOP STRUGGLING. IT’S JUST A COUPLE YEARS IN A LABOR CAMP. I KNOW YOU WERE LOOKING FORWARD TO RETIREMENT BUT YOU CO-SIGNED FOR COLLEGE, REMEMBER? IT WAS EITHER SELL YOU INTO INDENTURED SERVITUDE OR GET SOME CORPORATE CUBICLE JOB TO PAY BACK MY STUDENT LOANS.
NO OFFENSE, BUT I DIDN’T GO TO ART SCHOOL TO WORK IN AN OFFICE, OKAY? I NEED TO BE IN A NURTURING CREATIVE ENVIRONMENT.
to drunk self: WHO GIVES A DAMN. JUST SLATHER ON THAT NAIL POLISH. WORRY ABOUT REPERCUSSIONS LATER.
