Dropped off my skates. Fingers crossed I get an actual phone call sometime in the next week.
Got the butterbeer latte. It's missing something: butterscotch. It definitely needs a sharper, possibly alcoholic, kick to it. like seriously how did i miss that i love butterscotch and it was one of my grampa's favorite things too i could kick myself
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Mom: Venus, are you going to be here tomorrow? Me: No, actually, I have to go to work. Mom: Oh, well, if you see Dad come in with the groceries, help him. Me: ... But I'm going to be at workMom: I didn't hear that part
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I don't know, I just feel like no matter what happens, I'm not gonna be happy. Work left me pretty drained this week, and it's been nearly six months since the last breakdown and a year since the one before it. It feels like there's another one coming and I hope to the powers that be that it's just a feeling
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•Headdesking at work. People just don't fucking listen.
•Running the gamut of emotions in the five-minute walk between the bus stop and home. I got off the bus, happy that it was Thursday, then I saw something moving on the sidewalk. I got closer and it was a very tiny half-developed baby bird, the poor thing. You could see right through its skin
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