“Reality is the best possible cure for your dreams.”
“We live in a world of rice made from chickpeas. The sky is the limit.”
I’m so tired of being poor and unimportant.
When Facebook asked why I was leaving my answer was simple and easy. “This is an improper use of my emotional labor.”
“I could be so much better if I could only bring myself to care.”
The woman eyes my items and tells me that she’s worried about how available CBD oil is now. “I mean, what’s next?”
I am using a frozen pizza to ice my knee. I know I shouldn’t answer a fool according to their folly, but hanger gets the best of me. “Hopefully pain relief and dinner,” I answer.
Insert inspirational humblebrag about getting up before the sun here.