I think I need to start writing in a journal again.
Maybe it’ll help me get through this unnecessary funk I’m in. It’s becoming a bit annoying and I’d like to actually start relaxing/enjoying stuff again. Stupid fear of committing to things. Sometimes I wonder if I actually have OCD. Oh well.
To me stealing a bunch if pills from CVS with my coworker Terri, decide to roll with it. We both get caught and I calmly explain that I was only doing it because he was, so they say they’re going to let me go right away. I have to go sit in the station for a bit separated from my partner in crime who is now Deric. He gets to eat charmander cereal and I’m jealous. My most recent ex is there too to taunt me, so we awkwardly talk for a minute.
We get our bills and I’m freaking out first because I think I have to pay $3200 and then then realize it’s $4400 and now know why criminals are so poor. My dad takes me home and I’m crying because I know it isn’t a dream since it felt so real and I had already woke up once. Then I think a little harder about how absurd everything is. I say inception and wake up.
….what a way to start my day. Enjoy yours, friends!