I'm starving. I want to consume, destroy, fuck, LIVE. Amy Winehouse, you're not helping, bitch. My sisters want to see me. My fucking sisters. SHIT. What am I going to do? Yeah, hi, I'm good. I'm fine. I look great, I hear. Sorry to cut this short but I WANT. I WANT I WANT I WANT.
FUCK.
I'm not going to be able to avoid family for too much longer. What will they expect of me? Oh, I got this covered. They're expecting a train wreck. This is easy. Why was I worried?
I am overwhelmed with this feeling right now. Cross my path. Get mindlessly fucked. Cross my path. I dare you.
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