What do you do with the paraplegic dromedary?
The zip on my bra-S-lette has finally died. Given up the ghost. Ceased to be. It is an ex-supportive-garment.
It's petty. It's stupid. It's unbelievably shallow.
But I'm leaking out of every orifice I have on my face. I just can't breathe.
(OK, this might have to do with the fact that bills happened today and my flatmate is charging me £70 for t'other flatmate's birthday meal.)
I just can't do this. My cost of living isn't going down. I fail at grown up.
Right now, it feels like I fail at everything.
It's petty. It's stupid. It's unbelievably shallow.
But I'm leaking out of every orifice I have on my face. I just can't breathe.
(OK, this might have to do with the fact that bills happened today and my flatmate is charging me £70 for t'other flatmate's birthday meal.)
I just can't do this. My cost of living isn't going down. I fail at grown up.
Right now, it feels like I fail at everything.