My mom says I just need a personal assistant, that there's nothing wrong with me. It's just that I am really good at some things, and have absolutely zero interest in others.
I feel like there are 27 wild pink kittens scrambling around inside me. Wanting to climb up trees and get stuck, sleeping in circles, mewing non stop-crying for a bowl of cream, catching birds, dragging critters around, bringing them in the house.
Unruly.
I'm exhausted with all the kitten commotion. I have no time to wait in lines, make important phone calls, buy stamps and shop for toilet paper.
I'm emotionally shellacked to the pink agenda.
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