I’ve wasted so much time today that I might as well have finished my drama AND bought makeup. I didn’t even work on my essay really. I just. I just want to do things I enjoy. I suppose that’s selfish of me. And perhaps unproductive. But would I not find some initiative if left to my own devices. I suppose I’ll never know. And what am I doing now? Writing this when I should be sleeping.
What shall become of my life? I’m no main character from a drama who will have an extremely rich, probably mean on first meeting guy fall in love with me and all that. I don’t really want that out of life anyway. It just would be an easy way out of financial issues. After writing that, I feel like a major jerk. I just want privilege on top of privilege? Or is this just second hand guilt speaking?
I would like a dog please. Dogs are so sweet and non-judgmental. Humans can be rather cumbersome. I was thinking about why I might want a boyfriend and realized a dog would be a fairly adequate substitute. Really, someone to hug and listen to me is a big part of it. And a dog might be better than some people at those things. I haven’t had a dog for years now. I feel like, as an introvert, a dog might be the perfect companion. I’m usually fine with being alone, but a dog would be nice when I do get lonely. And I don’t have to deal with pointless conversation with a dog. If I want to say something, I can, but the pressure is off.
So may I have a dog please?