i'm bri and i forgot how to blog
You’re not fooling me, you know that? With this sympathy-for-the-devil crap. I know what you are. You’re the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I’ve been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego.
team I’m the ugly friend but it’s good bc I’m funny and chill
I always thought women’s prison would be more about community and girl power and stuff. But some of these women just seem crazy.
You know what I want? Not to win the lottery or go on vacation to the Caribbean. I want normal people problems. Like, am I getting enough fiber? Why did my friend say that insensitive thing about my weight?