Office by Alex Penny
Jill. 18. Animal lover, to every extent of the phrase. Piano player. Science geek. Movies- indie and scary. Video games. Comics. Walks. Books. Sad songs. Cuts. Autumn. Cooking. Anxiety runs my life. I'm nice, but a real mess. I'm in love.
My boss didn’t need me to work today, so i ask pretty much the only friend i have left to hang out. And of course that person doesn’t even care to answer me. Sorry i’m not as cool as your other 1231156478945224897865212 guy friends, and sorry my idea of fun isn’t smoking weed till i can’t even fuction, but i’ve still been your so-called “best friend” since we were alive. I didn’t know i was that boring to hang out with. Would it literally kill you to put the blunt down and go shopping or something with me? If i had any other friends i’d have asked them.
