An Anchor of Memory.
Jess. 19. NJ.
I'm a dreamer. Living a life of confusion, completely aware it will never cease. Way too many nicknames, call me whatever.
Period:
WAKE UP ASSHOLE, YOU GOT CRAMPS.
Period:
How bout an entire chocolate cake for breakfast?
Period:
How's that back pain? Feeling better? Let's fix that.
Period:
Find a cookie as big as a house and eat it.
Period:
Where's your Tic Tac box filled with ibuprofen?
Period:
Got things to do? Don't care. Sleep.
Period:
For dinner you're eating an entire bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
Period:
Breeze blows by. Instantly horny.
Period:
You didn't like those brand new underwear right?
Period:
Yell at a puppy.
me:
time for bed
stomach:
LET'S EAT 15 CHEESEBURGERS WITH ICE CREAM CAKE AND POTATO CHIPS WITH AN ENTIRE TACO BELL ON THE SIDE
brain:
HEY REMEMBER ALL THOSE WORRIES, IDEAS, ASPIRATIONS AND OTHER ANXIOUS THOUGHTS WELL NOW YOU DO
muscles:
I HURT FOR AN UNEXPLAINED REASON LIKE ARE YOU GROWING DO YOU HAVE A DISEASE LOL IDK HELP
skin:
LET'S PLAY A GAME CALLED ARE YOU ITCHY OR DID A SPIDER EGG SACK JUST BIRTH ON YOU
ears:
THERE'S A JET PLANE 500 MILES AWAY ALSO I THINK THE NEIGHBOR IS VACUUMING
eyes:
WOW EVER NOTICE HOW IF YOU LOOK CLOSELY INTO PITCH BLACKNESS YOU CAN ALMOST SEE YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE
mouth:
IT'S DEATH VALLEY UP IN HERE
body:
HAVE FUN TOSSING AND TURNING FOR THE NEXT 2 HOURS
me:
ok
