im like a gangster that keeps a gun under his bed incase someone breaks in and tries to murder em but instead of a firearm i have a bottle of aperol and vodka on my nightstand and instead of killers im expecting a group of gay teens
not having anyone to pour out every single thought i have every single second of every single day is slowly eating away at me and i have started behaving like a crazy person to ppl i met like last month and would never tell a single thing about myself under normal circumstances
i play this imaginary game in my head and the rules are simple whoever breaks no contact first is the loser and im really serious about being the winner
i love being in everybody's business i be liking every reply under a tweet that's clearly an intimate conversation between two users to let them know that im lurkin and im stalkin
taking sick leave for the literal first time EVER since ive been working here and i just found out from my sister that my manager came to her workplace next door to try to interrogate her about whether or not i was actually sick WHAT A FREAKINGGG DEMON HOLY SHIT