I f*cking hate everything.
This water tastes gross.
My bra is too tight.
I have a headache AND the hiccups.
I am so f*cking tired.
I feel like sh*t.
I wish I could actually take a sh*t.
I want sushi and pho.
RIGHT F*CKING NOW.
I am in a never ending spiraling pit of despair.
Being pregnant is the worst.
I want to go home and die now.
Unless someone brought me sushi and pho.
I would die after that.
Why don’t I have these things yet?
Other people are the new worst.
Someone is smoking outside.
Don’t they know that if I smell cigarette smoke, I fly into a death rage?
I’ll sit here and stare until they go away.
Sort of like what the cat does.
My doctor told me I need to stop referring to the fetus as
the baby jerk. I feel like I shouldn’t lie to the unborn.
