Dear Diary,
A few funny things happened today dearest diary. Let's start with the least personally invasive shall we?
Number One voted least likely to make you want to vomit yesterday's massaman chicken curry
You've been promoted to department manager.
Congratulations, all that effort and hard work and actual tears have all culminated in a $1 pay rise and a fat stack of paperwork every week.
Number Two on the list,
Remember that dude who got you pregnant before you committed to birth control for the rest of your life
Yeah he killed him self.
Number three
Your boyfriend is messaging girls on the internet and isn't that just fucking dandy. Just the cherry on top of the humongous pile of shit that your life is slowly becoming.
So how to deal with these situations darling diary.
How about write about it on the internet in the hopes that some random stranger will give me a fucking golden piece of advice that probably may as well be the ducking holy grail for all I know of its alleged existence in the first place.
Or hopefully someone will talk and I will actually listen.
Ah one of these days dear diary.
One of these days Something will happen.
An Event. A moment in the whole entire freaking space time continuum where I will be forced to take control of my life and have to force a change.
The fear is real but tomorrow? And the day after that and the day after that day ?
Nothing is more real than that.
Waking up and going to work. Deciding before work if Ill actually wash my face but no I do not have fucking depression alright who even said that.
You're the only one who truly understands Diary
Turning 25 this year. I wonder what that means for my mental state. Anyways.
Time for a bong and to sleep
Can't forget to check my alarms
Just kidding
Of course I won't forget my alarm
I never forget my alarm
In fact I definitely won't forget the 10 - 20 times I check again after my original check
And again when I wake up in the early hours
Jeez I'm rambling
My eyes are closing
Goodnight dear dia
