Dear Kay,
I'm sick of me. I'm sick of nine to five, corporate fucking boring arse pale no interesting clothes thinking about money all the time fucking me.
I'm tired of go to bed early no writing anymore always having a headache me. I'm tired of blimpy ruining her figure by sitting at a desk all day totally unfit and zero energy me. I'm tired of not being able to fix all my problems by just lightening the fuck up, and instead thinking up ways to sort myself out by doing boring self indulgent shit like therapy and going to the gym. I'm sick of boring no art can't draw doesn't even own a fucking paint set boring arse working me.
And MOST of ALL I'm sick of woe is everything stupid sitting on the couch not actually doing anything except buying pretty shit off etsy rather than doing anything creative myself me.
Is what I'm sick of.
--K.
