I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
I have baby fever.
All my coworkers are pregnant. I want to be pregnant. I want a baby.
I don’t deserve to be happy. I’m so over life right now. I just want to crawl in a hole and die.
Fall Out Boy last night was amazing, but it was literally the worst pit I’ve been in. It wasn’t even that rough, it was just vicious as fuck.