I am getting fucking fat.
I’m seriously a slave to my job. No matter how many hours a day I work, I still have no money.
I have a million things to do/I need to buy, and have no time.
I’m starting to desperately miss sex and affection.
(Source: off-my-rocker, via goldfront)
A poem, by Alex Kase
Why don’t men talk to me?
Is it because I am ugly?
Don’t worry, I am really nice.
Sometimes.
Just kidding, I’m boring and mean.
Apparently.