I've had a weird year this year. It's been the first time I haven't really earned a lot of money.
I need money. I want money. And I want my scripts and art to make me a whole world full of money so that I can take care of all my children.
Do you understand that dear Journal?
And mostly I really miss my dates with Arun.
Why has life been so weird since 2012?
Why does nobody call me up?
Why dear Journal are things like this with me?
Please get me money dear Journal.
And get my Arun to me.
I love my little one the most and I want Pa to talk to me.
I am feeling:
Welcomed by the whole Universe into happiness.
I love Simba.
Love,
Me.
12 24 am
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