en vitae la femme
Seven Hundred and Fifty
I know I likely may be headed down Broken Heart Road, but
what am I supposed to do?
Kick him out because I'm stupid.
Jesus, what am I supposed to do, kill a million feelings a day.
I just wanted to go to graduate school.
I have my shit together. I can pay my bills and have a few
I didn't ask for someone to show up out of the blue and stay.
I was the most content Confirmed Bachelorette around.
Now I'm all mushy and fucked up.
Yeah, who wouldn't love a high like this? An all-natural
one, I don't need any drugs to feel like this.
But there's a payoff for it. Yeah, I hope for the best, of
course. True love and all that.
But, if not, I'm going to have to recreate myself to be that
content person I once was.
That pisses me off.