we went from the blocks of Brooklyn to freehold new jersey where the highways run through the town and theres a farm of trees on the overpass.
and all the blondehaired barbies came out to the mall and stared at me with their green and blue eyes. i didnt like being looked at like that. i dont really think i liked the way their eyes went wide. i didnt like going into the bathroom and having a pack of pale skinned girls stare at my pink combat boots. i didnt like how when i went into sephora there was nothing to match my skin.
we traveled a long time to get to freeholdbut not that long. its funny to see how just driving two hours can bring you into a different world. i just know that wherever i end up...i want to feel at home there.

i walk inside a bathroom and the seats up...in all its glory. like a fucking proclamation. every time shes around she throws him under the bus. "he's immature.....he's selfish". and yet the red marks on your neck say another story. sometimes i hear heavy breathing even when your cars not in the garage. i walk into your room and there he is lying on your bed completely naked. and I'm pissed off.
how dare you come into my house knowing i will be home and just lay on the bed like that. not even curled up or sleeping. just lying there naked on your back like you just conquered a war. i hate him. even worse i hate how lonely i feel when nothings acknowledged. but mostly I'm just disgusted. because i see no love there....all i hear is sex. and you have no idea how disgusting that is for me.

just leave me house and never come back.