THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I'm in a kind of idiot mood right now. I feel like finding my orange stripey arm warmers and cat ears and doing something stupid. Which should say something about me in general. I suppose. And I want to get out of this fucking house. But I can't. Because my mother is still trying to figure out whether we are the inheritants of millions due to my great great grandfathers oil company or something. It feels very cliche. But shes all into it. What can I say, I feel kinda sorry for her. We're never going to be millionaires, mom. We just aren't.