I’m going to die in this fucking hotel room. The only time I’ve left it is to go do fucking laundry. ALL I WANT IS TO GO TO THE FUCKING LIBRARY NOT A DAMN THRIFT SHOP! I don’t even have money to get anything so we might as well not even fucking go. Like seriously all Steve wants to do is stay in the fucking hotel room and refuse to give rides. WTF? Isn’t he running a TAXI company? Not a sit on his ass and piss me off company. Judgmental prick. I’m getting fucking cabin fever.
Wanna know the fucking best combination ever? Bored, annoyed, and cooped up. Here’s how the stupid thrift store visit will go.
A) she’ll forget and I’ll still be stuck in this god forsaken hotel room or
B) we’re there for 20 minutes then she gets bored and we go BACK to the fucking hotel room.
So either way I’m stuck in this hellhole. Seriously I’m so close to stabbing myself so I can be driven to the ER. At least then I’ll be far enough away where WE CAN’T FUCKING WALK BACK TO THE FUCKING HOTEL ROOM BUT NOOOOOOOOO GOING ANYWHERE WE DON’T HAVE TO IS STUPID AND ANA SHOULD SUFFER BECAUSE WE ALL FUCKING HATE HER
Fuck it. I just won’t go to the bathroom here. People don’t flush the fucking toilet. It’s gross as shit.
Go and do laundry with us, they said. It’ll be bonding time for us, they said.
I’m going to fucking shoot someone. I am that bored.
Open// The Magic’s in me.
Willow whistled as she organized the books in her shop. It was a slow day and most of the time she was fine, but she was trying not to expose the whole magic thing. She looked down and saw one of the mystical things acting up. “What the?”
So Ray and Carrie are chill. It helps that I’ve been trying to be helpful. Also I low Skyrim.
Well fuck I was wrong. We were kicked out.