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Hello!
Lately, I've been having a heap of inspiration. And I only get like this when I'm really lost within my head.
Now, I know some people may relate to this. But, whenever I'm going through a really shit time, I go into my mind and imagine I'm in a place much better than the one I'm actually in.
And considerating I've been head over heels for Shawn; not even joking though, I like him so much it's insane. Anyway, like I was saying, I like Shawn, and so when I want to escape, I imagine I'm with him. And it's amazing. Maybe that's why I prefer to sleep all the time, at least then I can be with him than swimming in my neverending problems.
Reading that back, it literally seems so tragic, I'm sorry. But, I sat awake for two hours, not even joking, as I envisioned an entire life with Shawn. And for one thing, if I ever meet him, I'd be a mess.
I do want to meet him though.
Okay, so, I've gotten off topic quite a bit. This image you're about to read is something I've thought about today and it's something I really like. Let's hope I can transfer my mental movie into a book.
Also, this includes yet again another Jazz bar because I like jazz and I really want to go to one. Even though this 'Jazz Bar' within the book is really just a bar.
Okay, enough chitchat, onto the image.
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Shoving open the bulky wooden door with a huff, I stalk across the wooden, scuffed floor and head straight to the bar.
A bartender with scruffy blonde hair looks up as I approach, his eyes widening when he sees my angered expression. He quickly looks over his shoulder for his boss.
"Boss! She's here." And on cue, his boss; Andrew hurries out who rolls his eyes at my facial expression with a smug look plastered on his face.
"How dare you?!" I throw my bag onto the counter and glare at him, a customer nearby giving me a dirty look that I ignore. "Why the fuck would you go over there?! I didn't ask you to, especially after everything he's done to me." My voice cracks and my eyes burn. I shake my head and inhale deeply. I didn't want to break. Especially not over him.
