Why God? Why didn’t you make me a rich bish? lol Since I wasn’t chosen, here is a poem about my current dilemma.
I have no control because I refuse to feel
I’ve switched from emotional eating to purchasing things I need and want and I cannot afford this chaos that I’m creating all because I refuse to feel
I guess I’ll be crying these next couple of days
Maybe even weeks
It’s either that or go broke
I guess I’m not going broke
Angelica