do you know anybody whose voice grates your soul?
where’s the commotion! where are the pots and the pans and the cacophony and boomer why aren’t you barking and why does it get through even when I put my fingers in my ears like the four year old I’m feeling like?
sleep is a fickle friend. she wants to play during the day, but at night she’s nowhere to be found.
SERIOUSLY JUST SHUT UP