my unwanted life

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

So today is a good day. I have been away from social media for a month, and I have been writing. I have started my new book, and I think it is goanna be great, awesome actually. Speaking of awesome I haven't talked to my friend Mr. awesome from telegram in a while because of my abstinence from social media but I am missing him a little. I am the kinda person who is talkative on text and awkward on phone calls. So, I don't do calls. But he calls me sometimes and he is my 2nd best friend online even though I don't know him and my first one is a guy I met on randtalk and he is the best, but I am going off topic. I am writing a book, and it is about that email I got last week. It was a great book idea and a good motivator to get out of the internet for a while.

I was writing my book when my phone pinged with an email notification, I hope it is one of the jobs I applied to. I open it with bated breath, please... please... please...

''Miss Mehret Tesfa you have passed the screening and now we would like to do a face-to-face interview. Kindly send us the time and place you will be available with in the week.''

Yes, yes yes... I jump up and down on my bed happy I passed at least one job even Tho the interview can fail me since that happened a couple of times but at least getting to the best of the best is still an achievement. When I finish celebrating, I remember the email didn't say what job it was, and I applied for so many I don't even know which company is for which position. So, I go back and check the email again and ladies and gentlemen hold your breath, it is not a fucking company or a job but that stupid freaking marriage shit I filled last time I went fucking manic depressed. Fuck fuck fuck this shit, what is the deal with this people why won't they leave me alone. They just got me worked up over nothing, fuck this people ama give them shit.

"Dear Mr. husband to be I hope you are doing good; I hope you are as happy as I got when I saw the email that said I passed for an interview, and I hope just like me when I saw your fake ass job your happiness turns so sour your throat stings and you cry. And I hope your mornings start beautiful and you trip and fall on your face on all your beautiful mornings.

Love, your unlikely future wife."

Send. Yes fucker this is what happens when you mess with me, I can't believe someone would do that shit. Jesus why am I cursing so much it is like my mind is poisoned or something. I hate swearing or people swearing oh my God what did I do, did I just send that? Oh, how do I unsend it. God, I don't care I am just goanna delete log out and sleep.