Sleeping poorly is so embarrassing... sorry im grumpy I stayed up past my bedtime. Like a toddler

i’m in such a strange, transformative, challenging part of my life 

(never degraded someone before) you have your mother's cruelty. and your father's cowardice.

“what’s your dream job” im so glad you asked. picture this. i am the lone employee of a strange and mysterious tchotchke/bookshop in the middle of nowhere, full of fun and interesting things that i am allowed to take for the low low price of free of charge. i get one, exceedingly interesting, customer per hour. i work no more than twenty hours a week and am salaried 3 million dollars

ten minutes in bus stop time is equivalent to about 45 minutes in normal time