A friend had an ass implant and it’s stupid. Her butt looks painful and tight and fake and like a cartoon and I’m not sure why anyone would have paid to have an ass that looks like a macaroon.
I’m feeling lazy and stressed and I hate not having money but I went on vacation and in exchange sold my soul to the relationship devil and now I’m struggling to get some dollars together for thanksgiving. On a bright note…all my bills are paid so suck it.
I think I’m dead inside. Like serious.
I miss laughing and dancing and flirting and eating cheesy food with friends and lately I’m just sitting in my own head waiting for some imagined heart attack to happen. Anxiety is fucking shit on toast.
I just wanna get fucked.
Like against a wall.
Like in a bathroom stall with my skirt hiked up and he takes my panties home as a trophy.
I want a hickey on my tit and scratch marks on my ass and everyone in that bar to know what I just did because they can smell the sex on my skin.
This is what my life sounds like inside my own head.
I miss my friends.
Not necessarily in that order.