I don't really expect you to care
So yeah I'm bitchy. I nag all the time. I'm negative. Too blunt with bad intentions. Why? Because I'm chasing you? But there should be no need to chase. Fucking stop. Fucking stop. That's it.
I want to be an art teacher and I'm reaching out so maybe someone can light a giant fire under me. No way out but up. Up. Up and out.
OH THE IRONY OF THIS ALL. It makes me giggle! A fit of giggles actually. I don't like this or the way things are. I need to fix it and fast. My license, darling, will set me free. You'll see.
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