I need help.
With what?
My mum's planning this whole fancy party thing tonight but I don't want to go.
Why not?
Because the people there are so snooty and I can't handle it.
Do you know what they talk about?
No but i'm guessing that's a rhetorical question.
They're all like, "how much has your salary raised Flibbers?" and "oh, and what new earrings has your husband bought you Celerria"
I fucking hate rich people and their weird ass names.
I'm going to go on a limb that your rich.
Thank you Captain Obvious.
Either way, just skip. It's weird coming from me, but my friends have rubbed off on me after a couple of years.
Is there a park somewhere in walking distance but far away from your house?
Yeah, so?
Tonight, go there. No phone, maybe a book or a picnic blanket but just go there to relax. And a watch to track time.
Also don't forget to lock your bedroom door.
That was some good advice.
That's what I do when i'm stressed or I need to think.
Great, it's time for lunch. Talk to you tomorrow?
Always.
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