My son has a girlfriend.
That is all.
(Some of your replies to my posts lately have me thinking I should clarify something I don’t really want to talk about: Pablo moved back to...
I accidentally bought Oreos with birthday cake filling
life is hell
I’m not a fighter, so I convince myself I don’t want things. But I do. Fuck. I do.
Resigning myself to disappointment instead of asking for happiness. That’s not who I want to be.