[Attaches a shitty webcam photo. She's mostly out of frame, buried under blankets, but over her shoulder there's the stubby plastic bottle up on the one-and-a-half countertops that make up her kitchen from where it's staring at her from her bed. Ah, trailer living.]
okay fine it was like. some spoonfuls of mayo. cause thats all i got. i thought i was way past those days when i used to steal condiment packets out of fast food joints just cause it was something to eat but i fucking guess not.
a friend is trying to get me to come out tonight and she always offers me food but i dont know. if i feel like being a leech, maybe. im sorta afraid if i leave right now that ill just walk several trailers down instead to a guy who knows a guy. or ill just start a fist fight with some rando. i dont care. works just as well.