I bought like 10 t-shirts in the past month. They make my boobs look good BUT I also feel so enclosed. I’m a skip and two hops away from ruffles.
I also have this stress rash on my arm. The itchy flesh calls to the depths of my soul.
Every day I fight. Every day it calls.
Typing this out has awoken it…must…resist…the pleasures and delights of scratching.
Really though, it’s annoying and gross and hot.
I wonder why I’m single.
And I wonder why I have so many readers.