just me and my ****
with spinach, tomato and loneliness filling
what is this sad housewife feeling?
i'll call it 'the trying-too-hard ****'
we were supposed to hang out
but you have a hangover?
you text and now there's no one coming over?
i'm too young to sit here and wonder why i bother
if this is how sad housewives live
i think i'll eat it with my mother