Oct 17th
That’s when they want to destroy my insides.
I want to go have a hundred drinks and disappear but all my friends are “busy.”
But really they are just tired of hearing me whine about my uterus.
FINE EVERYONE I WILL SHUT UP and contemplate the total disintegration of my identity and womanhood alone by myself in my crappy apartment. #coolcoolcool
This also means I can’t go to London but let’s be real after he downgraded us to just friends I knew I’d be incapable of going to London by myself.
I am mad at myself for not going to the national. I should have just gone and sat in a corner and listen to the music I love and who cares if I was alone and crying. I was alone at home basically crying. At least I would have seen the national. Instead I stayed at home for him, for nothing, and now they want to take my uterus and no one cares and men suck and I have six weeks left of being normal and then everything will change and my life is over and sex will probably never be the same and I’ll never have another orgasm again and no one wants me anyway so it’s all fine.