shoot me scotty and take me to another land. I'm tired of this existence where I have to create my own drama. Take me where I've never been before where my mid-western abusive husband gets rid of all his negative points and comes back to me the way I always imagined he was.
my stomach growls from something funky this morning, made with love, but made in a kitchen that's simply fucking disgusting. The bitch that made it for me, is pretty grotesque too. She's Indian trash and I'm her fucking son.
Will a change in location change the way I feel. I really hope so. But in reality, I'll probably feel out of place and unwelcomed, something I don't feel here. I'm not trying to prove anything here.
"If I can't find a horny immigrant by friday, what good am I"
said the character on arrested development and I see where he's coming from. I want him so I can feel more american, and everytime I come around, i feel more accepted and then he says some fucking anti immigrant comment and I feel like i've gained no ground. it's like playing yo yo with my fucking soul.