A Collection of Spectacles


Work is awesome. I will say this every time I have a good week, and curse it every time I have a bad one. My slave brought me a computer along with other nice things. I want to save up so that I can do the things in life that I have always wanted to. What I’m doing is frowned upon, but who cares? There’s always a boy waiting around the corner for me. I have to see my old love tonight, and I’m not looking forward to it. I don’t want my stuff. I just want to run far away from it all. Hopefully alcohol won’t make me too promiscuous or angry. I hope when he sleeps in his bed he is sorry, though I doubt he feels anything.

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