Ten day life purge
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My life? HA, this is a mess. This tale is something I type to make my decisions feel easier. It's about my life purge of ten days.
The girl of my dreams ghosted me completely without any explanation and my eyes are too teary to see what words I'm typing. Perhaps they make since. On the other hand maybe not so much. I can't pass the test of my dumb driver's test, because the tester has a stick up his ass so far that he can't sit properly. The only place I can distress is work. I have complete control over what's going on. I work 70 hours a week and don't have to talk about my feelings. GREAT! I'm pretty sure I have OCD. I can't decide. I might just eat my feelings as everyone says I should. Well, as I generally do. Worse of all my family life-they're squeezing the life out of me. No support, no structure, a mess, unpaid bills, and worse of all a dog. Yes, I don't like dogs they're annoying and get in the way. I enjoy cats that help me relax.
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