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[thejunipertree]

Sometimes, I stare daggers into the back of her
head. Sometimes, I want to jam daggers into the
back of her head.

"When's dinner?"

"An hour and a half."

*tummy rumbles*
"I'm not waiting that long. The Goose is going
to pick me up and we'll get something on our
own."

(fifteen minutes later)
"Dinner's going to be ready in half an hour."

Sweet suffering fuck. I feel like I'm thirteen
again. I need to get out on my own. I feel
so stifled and constricted at times, that it's
just not even laughable any more, like it used
to be.

Problem is, who to live with? And can I do it
on my own again? I suppose that I could, being
as how I lived on my own for almost ten years
in the city. At one point, I supported myself
while only making four hundred dollars a month.
Sure, I didn't like it very much. But, I still
did it.

Now, however, my tastes have gotten richer. I've
grown too used to getting what I want, when I
want. I've grown familar with material pleasures
and have no desire to give them up.

I feel like a kept woman.