hi i'm either really sad and sappy, or i'm suddenly a 25 y/o adult with a mission to get her life together. i'm still 20 though, and sad and sappy but mildy responsible.

this is my diary
And every time they screamed, it sounded like machines to me.
2.07.2014 @ 03:12

She arrived home to a mostly empty house, save for her mother who was sleeping on the couch. After spending about two minutes trying to tip-toe to her room in the most soundless and elegant way someone as gawky as her could manage, she locked the door behind her and turned on her ancient computer. She waited approximately ten minutes before that damned piece of prehistoric contraption actually whirred to life, and another five for a Word Document to pop out. She was determined to make the best blog post she’s ever written.

The plan she had imagined in her head, however, didn’t go quite as smoothly as she’d hoped – firstly, it was eleven and work had been exhaustingly horrible (making smoothies had its pressures, too), secondly, all she’d written was:

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She looked at it with mild disappointment – but mostly just amusement and knowingness, though. She didn’t know if some part of her had actually hoped for her half-asleep self to produce something worthy of reading, but still, she was forced to come to terms with the fact that her unconscious state of mind was just as useless as her sober state. So she sat at her desk a little while more, cladded in work attire and all, and stared at the screen until the words were just mere blots of black on a white – otherwise perfect – piece of parchment. Every now and then, she would think of a sentence to write but she backspaced them all; they sucked anyway. The drumming of her fingers against the keyboard was not at all musical nor could it create something as great as the old, dusty cello her mother had kept in the storeroom. She had convinced herself that night-time wasn’t her time – even though she was probably going to spend the night away shopping online. Unseeingly, she reached for her phone and stood up. Tomorrow, she’ll write the best goddamnned thing Blogger will ever have.

Tomorrow. 

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