Mar 29
5 min read
FICTION
Diary, 1984: March 29th
Against All Odds
Dear Diary,
Yeah. I know it’s been like eeeeeeons since I last wrote, sue me. (NOT to be confused with Sue D. DON’T Sue D. me…that slut-nose prissy stuck-up whoreface shitbag is a bitch. Yeah. I wrote it all out. Because you know what? To quote Droopy Dog — I’m mad. GAWD, I don’t know why I let her get to me so much.
