I just came back home from spending two nights at my dads place... I smelled and felt disgusting. I slept on an air mattress that half deflated by the next morning in a bachelor apartment where my dad smokes about 3 cigarette every hour. I sleep in that filthy air, I breathe! that air. Waking up in the morning with my skin all oily and sweaty, probably from needing to protect itself from all that harmful shit in the air. Also, having all my stuff, including my bag, clothes and hair smelling like old stale cigarette.
I just came back home from spending two nights at my dads place... All I wanted to do was wash all that dirty clothes, shove them in the dryer and take a loooong, hot, chlorine free, well water shower and then cuddle up and hide in the warm pile of clothes that had just come out of the tumbling heat of goodness.
So I do so. . . And burn my tummy on a metal button from a pair of jeans!
wtf?
You'd think I deserve to be in my bed and just relax and feel good after two days of feel unnecessarily icky. Instead I've got this half inch dot about three inches bellow my belly button kinda swelling up.
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