I'm Not Ok!!

Prologue

"I hate the late shift."

I turn the key to my old, creaky apartment door. As usual, I see nothing, no one there. I haven't had the time (or money) to get any fancy furniture, so a couch and table are fine enough for me. Plus, what really matters is my bedroom. When I walk in, I lock the door behind me and make a sharp right turn.

Inside is my bedroom. I have a stable, but bland bed full of dandruff and crumb. What I see across from it? My streaming corner (or as my sister said, The Virginity Corner ™)  My peace of mind. The only place I feel like I can belong. I would've quit my cashier job by now, if it didn't make the bills. Let's hope I hit it big some day.

I turn on the mic, get my stream set up, and pray my viewers don't get mad for me being late. After all I, Miles Mayworth, has already enough drainage of her mental health so much that it's surprising she hasn't killed herself already. 3. 2. 1. Go time.

Preppy attitude and nice streaming face on. Let's hope they don't see the eyebags. Let's hope the trolls don't notice the tank top, either. I'm enough of a slut on the planet. After all, what are Onlyfans for?

...I'm just kidding, I only have that for desperate measures. But it seems chill today, just chatting with my viewers and doing their silly requests. It's a weird definition of happiness, but yes, I am happy. I have hundreds of people who look foward to seeing me. Not something I get often. I don't even get that reaction when I got to my moms or sisters for the holidays. So what I'm a Twitch steamer degenerate that still doesn't have a partner and lives in a filth. I can freshen up to see my family!

Whatever, I'm a disappointment to my mom, and my sister treats me like the plague or the butt of a joke. She literally once said all my viewers were probably old men looking to get in my pants, and that I please old men. Even if I did, it brings me happiness nonetheless, unlike me hearing her ugly, big mouth.

Oop. I better end this soon, I've been at it for an hour. I have work anyways, so I say toodles to my lovely viewers, shut off my computer, and lay back in bed.

I wonder how tomorrow awaits. That or I'm wondering whether or not I should smoke. It's not like I get that much out of it, I just get to sleep with a good feeling. Whatever. Turn out the light, and..
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1..zzzzzz.....