Getting Married makes me wanna die.
REPHRASE...
Planning a wedding is like dying a slow death,
only to be resuscitated at the end.
I hope I pull through.
The good thing about the wedding is that I'm home in this dirty little Steel Mill Town called,
Granite City, IL. Here, the meth flows like water and the homeroom's in the High School are meant for throwing baby showers.
Breathe.
It.
In.
Sitting on my parents screened in porch, drugged within an inch of my life on Clairitin-D, I realize something.
I .
Am.
Bored.
And now you are too......
No comments:
Post a Comment