Delete. Delete. DELETE!!!

And here I thought it didn’t bother me.
Not one bit.
It was a “bah” .. it was a “meh”.
And then days later, it wasn’t.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD.
Isn’t there just a delete button on life?
It would make things SO much easier.
And I wouldn’t have to smoke like a chimney.
Or eat like I’m gunning for a world record.

I want you to know, that I’m happy for you
I wish nothing but the  best for you
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on you in a theatre
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother