Days later and I'm starting to get my life back on track. Well at least sorta. I haven't been drinking as much. So thats good but still I haven't talked to my dad since he called. I also haven't found that guy from that night.
It was my fault that he left why do I keep thinking he even wants to come back. he could probably see through my lies. Its all my fault I could of had a chance at happiness and pushed it away. What is wrong with me?
The recurring problem I keep having is that I never get out of bed. I just spend my whole day in my head having conversations in my head on how i'm so stupid and that I'm pathetic. I just don't want to go back into the world. The world is just such a messed up place. Outside my house is where I could get even more broken down. I don't want to put myself out there into this dangerous world. I don't want to be even less of a person than I am now.
I wish I could just lay in bed motionless and forget about the world outside. The world doesn't want me here anyway. But to my realization I'm an adult and I actually have to get a job because my bills aren't gonna be paid forever. I need to feed myself too, well it's not like I eat much anyway. I don't really have an appetite anymore.
I'm gonna try to look for some jobs online and maybe I'll find something. I grab my phone and the screen blinds me. I look through only jobs for fast food joints and small shops not really peaking my interests. Maybe I should sell some things I don't want anymore. That could make me some extra money and make my house a little less messy. Let's see what other people are selling on Facebook. I look through seeing furniture, clothes, purses, cars and pretty much everything. I scroll past and then see a painting. I look at it for awhile it was a picture of a house on the hill surrounded with a field of Daisy's. How pretty and it's just so colorful. I look how much it's selling for. I gasp 500 dollars and it's already sold! I haven't painted in a while maybe I should sell some artwork if she's making that much I can too right?
I look through my paintings and see a couple that might make some money. I have one of a girl with honey golden eyes with beautiful dark skin, with flowers of every color stranded through her hair which is one of the most colorful ones that I have. I also have one of a ocean and a sunset with stars its one of my personal favorites. I might just have to sell it though to make some extra money. It might persuade me to make more so I can improve. I take pictures of my paintings they are both decent sizes so maybe they'll make some money.
I post them on Facebook and sell them for however much people are willing to pay for them. I wait a little while staring at the screen to see if anything would happen but nothing happens right away. So I wait and wait.
It's been days since I have posted it and nothing has happened still but I still try to be patient as patient as I can be anyway. A couple more days pass and still nothing. I'm on my end of my money. I start re-thinking posting it in the first place.Ugh what was the point.
I begin to click on the posts to delete them and then suddenly I get a message from a guy named Neo. He has no profile picture but I click on his message anyway.The message says:
"I love your art it is just so colorful and you are just so talented I can't believe someone hasn't bought it already, how about 400 for the sunset painting? If that's okay with you." I read and I almost can't believe it 400 dollars??
I text him back: " thats wonderful and thank you so much😁. What time do you want to pick it up?
Neo: " how about in an hour, is that time good for you? Would you like to meet at that coffee shop on 70th street? And you are very welcome😊"
Me: " yes both those sound wonderful. I'll meet you there!" I can't believe it I actually sold my first painting. I'm actually happy for once. I should paint more then get my out of this bed that just sucks me dry of all my energy and passions. Well now I need to get dressed I don't want to look like a complete mess so he thinks I have my life at least somewhat put together. I put some high waisted skinny jeans on and a yellow sweater . I put a little makeup on not too much just some concealer and mascara because my eyes nowadays always look puffy.
I grab my painting taking and get In my car and drive to the little coffee shop with big windows in the front. God, I really hope this isn't some sort of prank.I park my car and step out cradling the painting in my hands. A big breeze hit me giving my skin making my shiver. I have no idea what this guy even looks like how am I supposed to know he isn't some creep. I walk in and wait for him at a table. I wait for a couple minutes and decide to get a coffee. It's only like 10 in the morning anyway and I need an extra pick me up. It's also quite chilly outside. I tread back to my seat. The coffee warms my numb hands giving my hands their color back. I take a quick sip. Regretting that right away as the scorching liquid burns my tongue making me swallow it fast and burn my throat as well. I internally scream and my eyes start to get a little watery. My tongue is now so red and it stings. Well I'm really smart. I go on my phone for awhile just scrolling through Instagram and Facebook. I came a little early because I didn't want to be late and I thought about getting coffee too. He should be here soon in like 15 minutes. I can't wait to actually have a little more money, I might be able to get new clothes. Ok, maybe not because I have bills and food to buy because I'm an adult I guess. Maybe if I sell my other one I can get some new clothes maybe some shoes if I have enough so I can not look like a hobo. Let's be honest this probably isn't going to happen again 400 dollars is not that realistic for all of them it's just kind of a once in a blue moon type thing. Someone is just being very very generous.
I look at the time and it's 10:30 he should be here by now. I take another sip of my coffee and it's not scalding hot anymore. And I can actually savor of the sweet warm liquid.
"Hello" someone says with a quite but familiar tone. Then I look up and end up spitting my coffee everywhere. I can't believe my eyes.
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