Fuck my life 1 time
Everything has to be a correct number, so. I have shit to do by this Friday and next Friday or I implode like the Titanic submarine that everyone’s either forgotten about or doesn’t care enough to recall. I can’t even remember her name or if they thought she was a girl.
I’d like to be done talking to people and possibly not get the Hentai virus that I was convinced I’d get a month ago but here I am pretending to understand what the people around me are even passionate about. I have to get up at 6:30 for a piece of work I have no devotion to.
I also have to write, and write, and do things by the end of this month and the next to make my time off worth it before I’m told I have no time left and that it’s finally time for me to succumb to a life paid in dollars under my actual name.
I get to go home to a gaggle of even more strangers because I crave their validation even though I find a third of them insufferable and a third just out of reach. Is Vonnie even unemployed? Is Vonnie even Vonnie, and is that profile picture of an Asian girl Vonnie or another fetishizing trend seeker?
Fetishizing a race shouldn’t be taken lightly. Surely everyone knows race jokes stopped being funny already, that or I’ve been insulting myself this entire time and I won’t be a vocal minority on top of insulting my visible one.
Everybody’s realized I don’t give a shit about them. No one would bother responding to someone after two months of nothing. Here I am staring at people I don’t want to see and hoping to whatever god there is that maybe, at least, this doesn’t weigh on them. If it does then there’s a balanced weight for no reason other than to teach me a lesson I’ve forgotten how to learn for half a year.
And no one wants to hear that. *Oh, sorry, it’s been too long.* They can go without hearing that a bit longer.
I’m running out of time. I may as well have stolen more shrimp and a White Claw.
(I have to rid the Classic and some T-shirts and bring my obscene umbrella tomorrow. Otherwise I may as well lose my hair and the next year’s worth too.)