Convos With Myself 1

Me: I want to become a writer.

Mwuah: You’ve said that before.

Me: Yeah but this time is different.

Mwuah: Is that so.

Me: I’m serious this time!

Mwuah:

Me: I’m going to do it.

Mwuah: Okay.

Me:

Mwuah: …Hey what are you doing?

Me: Just five more minutes..*closes eyes*

Mwuah: You should get up.

Me: 

Mwuah: Hello?

Me:

Mwuah: …are you sleeping?

Me:

Mwuah:

Me: (-, – )…zzzZZZ

Mwuah: You lazy fxxk.

Oh I’m Flattered! And Half Pissed Off.

I guess I’m a mother fucking mind reader. They walk up to the window and expect me to know their name. Yeah, okay Queen and King of the FUCKING castle I know who you are even though I’ve NEVER seen you before or but once like FIVE months ago! and yeah I know how to spell your name and Oo! I know your birthday too! 

YES you are the only Jack Davis in the fucking universe but that universe my dear is YOUR universe, the one you make up in your tiny little head of yours that thinks the world revolves around you and everybody should treat you with respect even though you treat them like shit once shit really goes down.

Don’t get pissed off with me because I ask for your ID or you tell me your name and you spell it like a fucking asshole! Oh wait that’s your parent fault, but wait you expect me to know how to spell your oh so special name that has a silent “FUCK YOU” in the middle.

Ah, but thank you for thinking I look cool enough to have special abilities.