Oh P.S.

I felt like this coming into my apartment from vacation today:




It contains all I felt.

"Honey I'm home...of I forgot I'm not married." — No one to cuddle up with an talk about my vacation.

Drinking the milk by the carton — Wanting to eat myself into nothingness.

Listening to the Messages — Remembering all the things I left behind that I need to deal with

Listening to the message about perfume — Remembering I'm alone again...

The nervous breakdown — What I've wished I could do since I was 12 years old...

Becoming Catwoman — I repeat: What I've wished I could do since I was 12 years old.