Today I did an own-invented friendship test; I got to lunch earlier than everyone else, then I sat by myself visibly just beside the entrance, so if those who saw me were friends they would sit by me as I was alone. Turns out, I don't have any friends. Everyone just walked past me, as did my crush who I've loved for almost a WEEK! And so I sat alone, and I ate, and I thought to myself: "Oh well, at least I have Marcel Proust - my one TRUE friend!"
I had a dream! Thank goodness! It wasn't about the fool who broke my heart either...
This is major.. I have only dreamt of him for 6 months except a week ago when I had my lovely "Jason Segel and I are Soulmates dream.." Actually it was about someone paying for my plane ticket, hosting arrangements and everything to Israel.. Which I have no connection to a at all.. Success, maybe my psyche is not as heartbroken as it has been maybe enough time has passed..
Today I almost arrived late at a meeting, because when I went to Starbucks, I ended up in a line behind three preteens who, after discussing their order for over three minutes, asked for three frappuccinos WITHOUT COFFEE. Well, and if you think waiting for a regular frappuccino takes too long, try waiting for a barista taking all the coffee out of three frappuccinos. Well, congratulations, you just spent your monthly allowance on a milkshake.
I want to be a banshee and drive people I hate into the pit of oblivion. My piercing cries will keep them awake at night, and I will animate sharp objects to continually stab and cut vital areas. I want their ear drums shattered, their minds paranoid and their soul CRUSHED.
I will make you feel the pain you have caused me, and I will stop at nothing to make that happen. I want you to reel in agony as you clench your bloated corpse, begging for mercy and forgiveness. You will know my wrath, and you will learn not to EVER wrong me again.