I decided to get creative and write down as many languages I knew the word 'fuck' in. (Yes 'frak' is a Battlestar Galactica reference. Don't you look at me like that. It was a good show.)
I can't stand it anymore. I can't fucking take this.
There's fucking nothing. Nothing about them anymore. Nothing makes me happy. I look at them and I feel nothing but sick, but when I look at their eyes
What am I looking for? What is it?
I don't know anymore. I don't know. I dont' know what I'm looking for. But I feel like I have a goal, but I don't know what it is.
But there's a memory attached to it. I am trying to find the significance in it. Trying to remember through all the wine and confusion and the sex. Fucking Greece. At least being part of Dionysus's cult was fun. Oooh yes I had some adventures back then...
Auugh my readers. Just ignore my minor meltdown. Its trivial. Its pointless...
I hope you are all doing well. Especially you Jessie, dear. You poor thing... I can only wish and hope and pray for you to be alright.
Carry on
XOXO
Well that is a interesting assortment of words there....I'm liking the french ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm actually horrible at speaking french. I only learned a few choice phrases.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you'd enjoy all of the ones I know, darling. ;D
Thank you, Miss. I hope you find what you're looking for.
ReplyDeleteI'm headed your way now, if that's alright? I don't really want to be alone right now.
Not a problem at all dear. I'll give you my information and the such.
ReplyDeleteYou can stay with me for as long as yo need to. <3
Thank you. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteKISSING strangers a strange calls will ensure his QUICK arrival for your blood.
ReplyDeletecandles.
I don't see how making out with random people will result in me dying.
ReplyDeleteUnless said people are made of fire.
candles? candles. candles.
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