this is a love letter.

another broken american dream story, i think i have a novel in me. thinly veiled autobiography, incorporates lives not my own, something to make my friends hate me. find new friends, and maybe i'll write another.

i'm so anticorporation lately. i hate buying, consuming. opt to go to planned parenthood even though my insurance would cover somewhere else, spend a week fighting an infection using herbal remedies before i finally cave and get the prescription, sit around another two days battling whether or not to actually Use It. hate wearing kitten heels to a job interview, hate that i even know what kitten heels are.

i Have to get out of here.