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Four months. Four bloody months and I'll be free of this ballooned stomach. Four months and I'll have a baby girl. Four months to pick a name. Four months to get the house completely ready because holy crap I'm not satisfied just yet. Four months and my dad'll be a grandfather. Four months and I'll have no time to do anything but feed and burp and change diapers and run around making sure she's okay and it's four months until I just have no life what-so-ever and oh God I'm going to hate it but love it and I don't know and I'm scared and this is all very sudden and shouldn't there be some kind of transition to this crap?
I'm fat. My ankles hurt. I'm hungry. I want pie. Why is there no pie?
Bah.
I quit my job today.
I don't want to work for that fucking paper anymore.
I want to do photography that matters.
Hi, how is everyone?
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