Saturday, March 22, 2014

Being married is like

Waking up and having hope and wonder, and drive and motivation, for a new day, then having it trashed and stepped on.  Like a cruel entity blocking the sun, stepping on your neck, taking a shit on you while you gasp for breath.  Why do I gasp for air?  I don't even want to breathe anymore.  Fuck you life.

No comments:

Post a Comment