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i skipped ahead in time a little bit, i just thought i'd let you guys know so you're not confused or anything. not that you really care but yeah✌️

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i unlocked the doors to the place i call work, the record shop in the little town of columbus ohio. by now, i've been working here since i was technically allowed to get a job. i don't exactly know what it is about this place, but it's always managed to keep my spirit... somewhat happy, i guess.

i walked behind the cash register and put my bag underneath the counter, sitting down in the chair that was directly behind me.

i leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes for a moment, considering how tired i was from not getting any sleep last night. i normally sleep 4 hours or so if i'm lucky, but most nights the voices won't leave me alone, and when that happens, i don't sleep.

at all.

if you saw the bags under my eyes, you'd probably think i was on the verge of dying. who knows, maybe i am.

my eyes quickly opened when i heard the chime of bells at the door go off. it was my coworker, brendon.

"didn't get any sleep last night?" he says going in the direction of the back room, taking off his jacket.

"no. when have i ever gotten a good nights sleep." i replied, rubbing my hands over my face, sighing.

"tyler, i really think you should see someone, like a therapist or something." he said, now walking towards the counter that i'm sitting at.

"brendon, i don't need a therapist."

"no, you do need a therapist. you might not want one but they can help you, tyler. you aren't looking healthy, and this lack of sleep is getting the best of you."

brendon was the only one who really talked to me, and he was the only one i talked to, besides the people who come to buy stuff in the shop of course. he was the only one i have told about my problems, but that's probably because he's the only one who has ever listened to me and is the only one who has tried to befriend me.

he's been working here for as long as i have, but i wouldn't say we're great friends... i'm not really sure if we're friends at all to be honest. but he does seem to care about my issues when i talk about them every once and a while.

"brendon, do you really think that a therapist is going to be able to help me? 'cause i highly doubt that."

"have you even tried going to one before? i know a lot of people that have benefited from going see one, and they were able to stop their bad habi-" brendon got cut off by the door opening, signaling that a customer just walked in.

brendon turned around to see the customer looking at vinyls on the wall, and then he looked back at me.

"we'll talk later, okay?"

"sure, i guess."

he walked away to go see if the man needed help finding anything, leaving me alone wondering if what brendon said was true.

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ahhhhh this was short but I hoped you smol beans liked it💙 peace out my frens |-/