OUT! OUT! damn spot!
To: anxiety
From: -b
Subject: OUT! OUT! damn spot!
dear anxiety:
300 mg of mood stabilizers later and you’re STILL around. i know i need a job and all, but shit, this is ridiculous. why don’t you just leave me the fuck alone so i can be poor and miserable withOUT the added effect of anxiousness? “i’m just saying.”
-b
To: chauffi
From: -b
Subject: oh no he didn’t
dear chauffi:
i forgot you were almost as bitter as me. almost. maybe you should keep writing just so i know how good i have it sometimes.
“i’m just saying.”
-b