I soaked my feet in a puddle outside my apartment today and the air smelled crispy, kind of like celery but not as spicy. Good things are coming, but they are are coming slow. I get jealous a lot lately. I want a baby and a man and to live in Brazil and to have clothes that my cats haven't peed on. I sure do want a lot, for someone who has so much.
And my boobs are getting sad because I'm losing weight. I'll miss you, friends.
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