I had a banana.
And the only reason I did that was because I was going dancing and can’t afford to have an ambulance called on me if I pass out.
I wore a super tiny crocheted rainbow top and a little black skirt. My entire midsection was showing. I look like I’m dying. I look like shit.
I hate it.
His ex-girlfriend got to see him. She lives in the same apartment complex as him. I did not get to see him. She had to go and post all over Facebook about how much he loved his birthday present she gave him and all that.
I need a smoke/dinner.
Please don’t tell G…
(I can’t fucking stand the thought of hurting him.)