Can I just die, real quick?
Today we had a clinic check up.
Fuck.
And we had to roll up our sleeves.
"Where did you get those gashes, Miss Miller?
"Cat"
"Cat's don't cut this deep, Miss Miller"
"Umm.."
Fuck me. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me.
I should die...Maybe if I cut deep enough it will bleed hard.
"Who did these Miss Miller?"
"I forgot."
And...it turned to hell from there. I finally got away with out telling the truth...