When I’m bored at work I write whole fictional lives for myself in messages to my friends.
Amy is my best and only friend.
Work in progress
"should i buy a news paper? i have the cnn app? does that count? should i buy a coffee maker? it will probably save me a lot of money? but then i have to buy coffee beans? i dont know shit about coffee beans! should i act like i’m reading this bottle of wine for a few minutes before i head straight to the discount vodka section? should i go to the supermarket and buy broccoli? i fucking hate broccoli did i just get invited to a fucking dinner party .. …what do you bring to a dinner party???? TAX SEASON SHOTS FOR EVERYONE! wakes up staring at a ceiling that is not my own ..did i just burn toast? how did i make it this far in life without fucking DYIGN i’m so DUMB and sTUPD and i cant do anyhtign right.. yeah hey mom yeah i’m fine how are you"
i’ve been avoiding my parents calls for over two weeks now and that’s when i really know that i’m barely keeping my head above water.