The Index Card Diaries: Entry 11

Humor Me.
Tell me why I couldn’t make perfection for you.
When your fucking dinner was made for you.
Your laundry was folded.
Your family was created.
I didn’t know you wanted to eat garbage while you contemplate what dying alone feels like.

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