dylan and chloe
oh jeez i found their iMac. babysitting is tiring. 7 hours a day. this makes me a little sad. but it cheers me up to receive the big bucks after a long day. yeayayayayaaya.
had the best fucking sleep ever last night. not only just the pills. the fucking conversation. thanks yo.
I have this terrible rage inside of me screaming and wailing and warning me of how I don’t feel very receptive today. I have tasted this before. I feel like the whole world is a complete waste of fucking energy. A trash infested life that has no purpose or fulfillment of any kind. I’m so disappointed with the human race. I’m so fucking angry with everyone. Especially my mom....
I’ve seen his art and his poems and I guess his song lyrics? The songs he writes or the ones he’s trying to write. I am not sure. I’ve gotten a job as a babysitter. I’m with 2 small little girls. They are both beautiful girls with bright blue-green eyes The oldest one is Chloe, who’s 5 years old, and she is very helpful, very mature. She knows her stuff. And then...
i am pressing my head against the wall. feels familiar and cold. i like the way you purr like a cat when you’re alseep. i like the yawnings that remind me of ferocious growling bears. what would you do for the money that you need?