dear clean fuckin hair diary,
my hair is so clean today it looks like a whole different color- like i had it dyed or something. it's all soft and shiny and poofy looking. i hate taking a bath now since the unibomber moved my bathtub. i don't even want it anymore. might as well fill it up with fucking dirt. i'm serious. i haven't had any JOY out of it since. he ruins everything. he's started raising his voice again and it makes my stomach completely fall to the floor. i have instant mini panic attacks and i hate that shit and i tell him when he yells, "FUCKING BULLSHIT," that it makes my heart stop, but he continues to do it- so i dunno- for no reason he will do this- at the remote- at his laptop- at the chair- he rarely speaks to me. all i know it's dead silent in the room and then, "FUCK," and it scares the shit out of me. then i am all worked up for the next few minutes, waiting for more. where are the gentle words? and why would i miss them? why would i wish for a whisper when i have a FUCK in my face?
my hair is so clean today it looks like a whole different color- like i had it dyed or something. it's all soft and shiny and poofy looking. i hate taking a bath now since the unibomber moved my bathtub. i don't even want it anymore. might as well fill it up with fucking dirt. i'm serious. i haven't had any JOY out of it since. he ruins everything. he's started raising his voice again and it makes my stomach completely fall to the floor. i have instant mini panic attacks and i hate that shit and i tell him when he yells, "FUCKING BULLSHIT," that it makes my heart stop, but he continues to do it- so i dunno- for no reason he will do this- at the remote- at his laptop- at the chair- he rarely speaks to me. all i know it's dead silent in the room and then, "FUCK," and it scares the shit out of me. then i am all worked up for the next few minutes, waiting for more. where are the gentle words? and why would i miss them? why would i wish for a whisper when i have a FUCK in my face?