that day would be today fucker. already calling me all the time? pathetic
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the guy i’ve been kind of seeing just came and visited me at work
gah! just made my day so much better.
So tired
working doubles like every god damn mother fucking piece of shit day blows fat dick and yet for some reason i’m the only person who works more than three shifts a week at my theater job and the only one who works more than four shifts a week at my waitress job. how does that make sense? good motherfucking question.
i seriously work so much that even the days that i have off, and that i know for a fact i have off, i always have some small little anxiety pit in my stomach cause i think i need to keep track of time or something to make sure i make it to work.
This is how i feel right now to really anyone who tries to talk to me…
6:47am.
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