i just want him to be in the dining room, a beer on the table and a cigarette in his hand. reading a copy of the glasgow herald or browsing on his computer. i want him to ask me how to do this & that. i want him to tell me to go to bed, i want him to tell me to get a good night sleep. i just wish he was still here.
having a bad night.
when I’m older and married, I’m going to clean the house in a cute maid outfit with stockings and a garter belt and bend over a lot
I’m such a fuck up, I try to make things better and only make them far worse. Good going.
i don’t think anyone actually likes me
I’m on a new diet called don’t fucking look at me
i’m such a shitty human being, yay.