And
honestly, finding a sugar daddy on Craigslist has crossed my mind quite a few
times.
I’m tired
of being broke,
And having someone
else to foot the bill would be nice.
I’m tired.
There’s no
lower feeling than having every single card you swipe decline.
I wasn’t being
reckless.
Shit just
kept coming up.
And now it
seems that the only option I have left is to sell my life’s greatest
possessions.
Fuck.
This hurts
like a bitch.
My favorite
things will soon belong to someone else and there is no other option for me.
I need a
sugar daddy.
What’s a
little something strange for some change?
When all I
have to do is pretend that the worst isn’t happening.
…Pretend
that my mother isn’t rolling over in her grave.
Fuck.
And there isn’t
anyone to call.
There never
is.
My brothers
all have lives and we don’t even speak.
So many
regrets happen when shit hits the fan.
I have sooo
entirely much on my plate and no solution in sight.
And all I
can think of is when all the boys told me I had a pretty mouth.
Maybe some
man will want pay me to use it.
I never
dreamed of being like this.
My mother
will roll over in her grave.
Fuck.
