I'm five years old today, apparently.
I'm sitting in my bedroom with a book (actually, my Kindle) and eating a bologna sandwich and canned Brunswick stew. Yes, that was the kind of shit I ate when I was really 5.
I guess being little is the only way I can make it through right now. I really want to snuggle with my big froggie, but it breaks my heart just to look at him, knowing where he came from. :(
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