anticrista

lately, i feel so many things like a pull or a push or an obligation or a demand.

and what's so wrong with that?

i don't know but something inside me doesn't like it so much.

anticrista is really pulling me apart this month.

settle down, littleone. curl yourself up in the warm dark places and take a nap. juggle some eggs. blow bubbles. just stop trying to poke holes. please. don't make me drown you in midol or red wine. you know it just makes you sluggish. and stop making me be mean to people.

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