Journal
Journal Entry – August 26
Today’s vibe: somewhere between weeping into my coffee like it’s holy water and laughing at the size of my boobs (currently applying for their own postcode). Bugsy chewed through another toy, I glared at the mirror, and hope is still clinging on like a drunk girl at karaoke.
Messy doesn’t mean broken. It means human.
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