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In what seemed like an insurmountable task, Lisette was able to scrounge up the $330. It took to cremate her cat. She loved her cats very much about as much as any human could possibly love an animal. It wasn’t so much that she loved her cats more than she loved herself, they gave her a reason for hope because they came to her life in a time where despair seemed like the only flavor that she could taste in the air..

With the help of her parents, she was able to get a car to help deliver orders from popular mobile food apps only at the cost from their guilt of not having visited their daughter in the city that took her away from them. While not estranged from her family, she didn’t get as many visitors as she would like given that her choice to live in Los Angeles two came with a price. One for the search for fame and other in the form of an inconvenience that only very few people were willing to pay for.

Maybe for one night everything will be OK. She tells herself as she hits her head on the pillow while fantasizing of just a normal day.

No funny stuff.

No drama.

Just a regular normal day.

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“My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.”

— Jillian Medoff, Hunger Point.

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This is my face lately. Not the newest photo of me, but you get the idea. I’m so saddened having to be dependent on people since I’m without a car yet I feel so alone in my search for help. The lady that ran the red probably has her car still. The insurance wrote me a check for my “loss” but alas. Chin up, Lisette. You’ve got 2 legs, 2 arms, and a heart beat. No excuses. You can do this.

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I remember this.

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so it truly does hit you on a random december afternoon how much life has changed since last year

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REAL

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i need more hobbies

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@taylorswift : And hats and scarves and knee socks and wearing tights for the first time in months and when the mornings are all chilly and you can see your breath and draw little pictures on foggy windows and plaid stuff and ANKLE BOOTS and not caring when people make fun of pumpkin flavored stuff cause you LOVE IT and are happy it’s all the rage and people who dress their dogs in costumes on Halloween and fires in fireplaces and maroon/hunter green/mustard yellow color combos and baking your first fall batch of cookies but you put too much cinnamon in it because you’re TOO EXCITED BECAUSE IT’S FALL.

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perrfectly

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Thanks. I'm proud of me too.

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THIS

Sweet Fever Dreams Are Made Of These

Last night, of all the nights, was the night I actually got to sleep. in case you didn't know, I have ADHD. Like massive, oh-look-at-the-shiny-thing- what did you say-type of mania. But anyway, I was blessed with 3 rounds of REM STAGE V sleep in between 3 weird as FUCK dreams followed by a visit from a paralysis demon.

Let's get into it:

Dream 1. Can't remembemr

Dream 2. I was at a party in some dive bar and I went to the parking lot because I was sad that I lost some money. Apparently, i did someone a favor, they slipped me 300 bucks for "being cool" (nothing illegal, idk, it was a dream) and then I went to the parking lot to sit in my car and then I get mugged by some couple. Greaaaaaaaat.

That wasn't the weird part. After a woke up from Dream 2, a paralysis demon was behind me playing with my purses. See, in my room I have a rack on one of my shelf doors where my purses hang. Something decided to then play with them, stop and approach my bed.

THIS IS THE WEIRD PART if you must know.

As they crept to my bed, I felt them apologize. Not verbally apologize, my as if they were sending me a telepathic signal.

Then they entered my body and i was paralyzed. I called out to my mom, i tried to make a noise, but I couldn't.

Thennnnnnnn

Dream 3. I'm being terrorized by Taylor Swift. Okay, in this part of the dream, I'm an established singer, and she's like stalking me. Like, it was weird.

Then I woke up. Fresh as a daisy.

So i ask you, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?

#sleep paralysis