b.l.ip

Bored. Lonely. In pain. Oh yeah--PAIN. WTF? My tits should not hurt this much. I can hardly lift my arms without crazy amounts of pain. Behave, body!

I miss myself. I miss who I was, the brash angry bitch with an acid tongue. Where did I go? I am slacking, sighing, and bored with this life. But I feel so obligated to do shit that I can't just disappear. I don't have the cash for a disappearing act. I just want to hop on a bus to Chicago and see Lila. I miss her like crazy. She's the one person who always makes me feel like myself again.