Dear Diary,
I never thought that at the age of 34 years old, I would be this fuxking lonely. I thought forsure that I would be married sitting with my husband talking about werid shit, while the kids are running around like they are bat shit crazy, I mastered the kids, but no husband to sit around and talk about werid shit, instead I stare at the walls most days and wonder what the hell is wrong with me, if walls could talk man we would be having some badass conversations right now, and if i had a husband or hell even a boyfriend I promise you I would give you a big hug and kiss right now. 🤦♀️