Everyday, she wakes with a headache that cannot be cured with two quad tall americanos nor another can of red bull. Maybe it was stimulated by the uneasiness of her life these days and the leaps that she should make--but denies. She used to think a lot and make seemingly good decisions, but these days, she does this less and less as she refuses to think. Because of her headache.
Her friends have dwindled to be those of no vocabulary sets. Her friends and her have engaged in numerous activities that would have accounted for that though. So you know, no faults. C'est la vie. Shit happens. Lassez faire.
Today we will follow her through her day. We will count how many mistakes she makes and mark down where she fails to optimize her difficult situations and leverage her potential greatness. We will observe how many drinks she ends up drinking to kill her pounding headache and how many strangers she offends with her nonchalant rudeness. In the end, we shall deem if she is indeed a super anxious person suffering from internal conflict against her true self or rather a person made of so much fluff that she has been the most waste of our time to follow. --20150314
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...THEN START FRESH...
Because she realized that life goes on.
