I gotta get out of this labyrinth. My interview is in two days and I’ve done nothing to prepare. That’s not true, I have done something...but I haven’t done anything since I saw Jeremey and that girl.
I’m too much of a boss bitch for this shit. I’m too expensive, too valuable to cry over a fuckboy in his mid 30s (maybe if I write this enough I can actually believe it). I also can’t talk to anyone...not my girls, they would all judge me. I always say that I can’t catch feelings...the last thing I want to do is eat a big slice of humble pie.
Here’s something I’m going to admit to you and no one else: last night I had a dream me and Jeremy got married. It was beautiful. Lavish but tasteful, we had the ceremony in a church and the reception in a banquet hall. We played my favorite songs...then I gave him a lap dance in front of his parents and my aunt. Everyone looked so embarrassed...in a sweet way. Then I woke up.
-Your favorite alien girl,