Things I want
Chipotle Decently sized hands that aren’t made of Play-Doh for my parents to get rid of their hoarding habits so I can have friends over my brother to have a baby George. I miss that fuzzy little shit. A fur coat More high heels
I'm so fucking angry.
And it’s just my fucking bad luck. It’s always my bad luck that fucking ruins shit.
I’m not happy. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.