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I can drink gallons coffee, I'm pregnant somehow and the fetus is predetermined to cure all cancers and environmental set backs accumulated by the earth's youngest living residents. I'm entirely independent, a career lady with a humble background which does not allow for boss bitch to consume her entire identity. Because I make art still after all. Little junk journals, inside are my poetry woes of when things felt like they'd always be the same...and I leave them all at my favorite small time zine store in Chicago. FUCK! Maybe, I live in Chicago?! With my super hot boyfriend who's already made that specific-in-dimensions-bookshelf I always wanted for this rainbow of literacy I've only halfway conquered. 

Okay, that was fun. It's taken every fiber to prevent me from picking off every nail on my body. I wish I still had baby teeth. I loved pulling out teeth as a kid; watch your favorite cartoon while tasting blood. My favorite. I did a lot of sacrificial shit as a kid without knowing it? Cutting off hair with friends was also one of many said activities. Convincing stupid kids that hermit crabs lived in the shells I stole from the beach and that at night time I returned to my fae family. That this bullshit during the day in yup fuck central was a curse brought upon me during the celebration held by my mythological bio parents for my birth. 

I am so dissatisfied right now. I love my house but hate the inhabitants. But it's cool. The Ye West drug has done wonders for my confidence. I'm Angelica Pickles again, scheming and shit. Ready to runaway from home and never look back. Except I don't puss out at the end of the episode. Not this time. My mods for The Sims4 are not working. I was going to create this hella complicated abusive relationship for my favorite lesbian couple. Women are weird and I enjoy cosplaying as God in a video game. Mostly because with a vulva it's kind of hard to do it in this reality. But people have done it. I always am kind of impressed by the girl criminals that use their femininity to gain the upper hand even if it's corrupt as shit like all the men before them.

I should leave the house for real today. But eating my weight in peanut butter instead is so fucking tempting. I've already started. I always finish what I start. Just kidding!