Went to Dad's yard and put some photos of auto parts on Facebook Marketplace. These messengers are bastards and sons of whores for wasting my time. Every time you give a decent price to them they always want less and show me pictures of the same product that's cheaper. I tell them to go and buy it off where they screenshotted that photo but they counter that they're too far; I replied " too fucking bad." and I block them.
After a while, I messaged a friend, let's call him Omid, that I have a cool idea for a short film. He hasn't responded yet. My guts tell me he's ignoring me but I can't do anything but wait for him to reply back. I feel like I'm always initiating things with him. That kind of bothers me because I want him to initiate things with me also. I feel like I can't make him more than what he is: just a friend. It's not meant to be anything more than that I guess. I have to move on from clinching things that don't value me as I value them. I have to also just accept that I'm deeply flawed and crave attention but I have to work on the latter to just not care and be invisible like I am now. Doing a good job so far.
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A Series of Thoughts
Non-FictionA series of thoughts written in an informal style like that in a person's journal. A very personal, introspective and intimate thoughts a person has while free writing on their journals. This concept is heavily inspired by "Perks of Being a Wallflo...
