Just Me, Not Her
The sun set at exactly 7:51 PM, but I still saw the light.
Then I ran with my rotund golden retriver. She hates me. I biked three times around Hawthorne. There was a rather good-looking man jogging. I hate how shallow I am.
I am so fucking shallow.
Why do I feel like I need another person to make me happy?
When I walked my dog, I listened to my iPod and danced. I jiggled my fat ass down the street and sang really loud and skipped and jumped and stopped and did disco moves and skipped and hollered and it was amazing, feeling this complete sense of freedom that he gives me whenever I see, smell, hear, or feel him.
It was dark so nobody could see except my faithful, cuddly, obese dog.
I wish I had this freedom all the time. It felt so perfect. Then I have to come here and be reminded of my flaw. Stop, rewind, flaw(s).
I feel so fucking isolated.
Then I ran with my rotund golden retriver. She hates me. I biked three times around Hawthorne. There was a rather good-looking man jogging. I hate how shallow I am.
I am so fucking shallow.
Why do I feel like I need another person to make me happy?
When I walked my dog, I listened to my iPod and danced. I jiggled my fat ass down the street and sang really loud and skipped and jumped and stopped and did disco moves and skipped and hollered and it was amazing, feeling this complete sense of freedom that he gives me whenever I see, smell, hear, or feel him.
It was dark so nobody could see except my faithful, cuddly, obese dog.
I wish I had this freedom all the time. It felt so perfect. Then I have to come here and be reminded of my flaw. Stop, rewind, flaw(s).
I feel so fucking isolated.