Fuck my idiot ex boyfriend. How did I let him treat me so bad for so long?
Fuck you and your shitty paintings that people will only want to buy because you were in a stupid fucking band that nobody cares about anymore.
Fuck Germany and skinny blondes.
Fuck you for lying to me.
Fuck jealousy, how is it even allowed to be a feeling?
I want to hear "I love you" again.
I want him to mean it.
I want to get married, I want a family and a real home with my very own Cuisinart mixer so I can bake all the sweets my little heart desires. I want a room with lots of sunshine and a screened-in porch and antique furniture and framed things of beauty all along the walls. I want a big easel and lots and lots of art supplies.
I want work to stop sucking.
I want to get the fuck out of New York.
