4:16 a.m. - 2008-02-26

i hate it. i hate it when you call me baby and when you're doing anything that isn't me. why am i not a priority? fuck your ambition. FUCK IT. we don't work in the same ways and you want different things and she will fit into your nine to five. she will fit into your tradition, your ambition, your obsessive compulsive disorder. i wish i were enough to change you, to make you take the day off. don't fucking call me baby unless i'm in the same room or about to come over. don't do it. i am nothing of yours. some nights and even some days i swear i belong to you, my body anyway, and nothing could make me more unhappy.

i deserve more.

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