Trash

You know what I am?
A weird girl.
too skinny
messy
unkempt
lazy
poor speller
failed entrepreneur
failed friend
failed financially
slow reader
with a job that works me too many hours
not in the position I want to be in
for very little money
on medication
too emotional even for an RP game
in love with a country I can't reach
on a losing political party
bad cook
weak dancer
poor dresser
afraid of people
incapable of getting into a healthy relationship
chatty introvert
dramatic
stupid
crazy.
I don't even like the Beatles.

So go ahead and get married. Have your career and your skills and great talents. Get paid ridiculous amounts of money for little to no work. Take trips and go on a cruise. Send me a hello from Oregon and Virginia and England and Hawaii and New York. Enjoy your craft. Go find better players that don't cry. I hope you're comfortable with someone else to take care of you and your needs and your home. Let your parents take care of your rent while you just go to school in fashion. Is Hawaii just TOO warm? Is your new ipad a little TOO easy to use? Just fire me or set me on fire I don't care. This life was an accident and it's just been thrashed so badly all I can see anymore is trash.