Just a reminder to self that it sucks to be owned by humans. Thinking of the working world raises my blood pressure and makes me want to just shut out everything north of 31st street after the sun rises. Yep, I hate being owned. Worse, I think that I am what I am because I am too scared to try to break my silence beyond this apartment. Speak up Cristine! Well, I just wish that for once someone else would speak for me.
What breaks my heart is that this is only one of the billions of mini-owned human enslavements happening as the world turns and another sucky soap opera orchestrates soccer moms to bon-bons and lazy paxil hangovers.
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