I drink too much milk and too much tea.
I buy stupid things over the internet when I don't have very much money. I don't care about them when they arrive. Or don't arrive.
I constantly type don;t rather than don't. I think my hands are are retarded as my feet.
I worry, incessantly, about stupid things.
I imagine constantly and fail to notice reality.
I have bruises on my wrists. I have bruises on my wrists.
Jesusfuckingchrist, I have bruises on my wrists. Again.
I oscillate between housewife-of-the-year and living in absolute squalor.
My sheets have been left unwashed so long that they stink of me. It's kind of comforting.
The floor is a litter of cockroaches and old newspapers.
I don't know what any of the words mean anymore.