The cats are so lucky, they don't have to go to school or to work. I don't know what I'm going to do about this English class; I might fail. That would be a first for my major, in which my GPA is 3.7 or something like that (overall GPA is much lower, of course). Right now I don't care but I know that afterward I will care very much, and the shame of it will weigh me down.
Sometimes I wish I could just find a millionaire to marry. Someone who's relatively decent and treats me well. Someone who'll let me do whatever I want to do. That way, I'll just stay at home all day, every day, and be content with my painting, knitting, ceramics, airbrushing, my dolls, and my pets. I could become a true artist and make some money selling my work. I just don't want any responsibilities. I want to be a child again, to have the childhood I never had.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 5:54 PM
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