Sometimes it feels like I'm floating. In a dimension where time runs so painfully slow. But when night falls I'm stuck with the realisation that another day has been wasted. 

Today is not that day. Sure it's 3pm, I haven't had breakfast and I somehow still only managed about five hours of sleep, but today is not that day. I only wish it was, anything is better than this ball of rage bouncing off every surface within my entire body. I don't even know what's worse; the loss of food or the false rejection. As my stomach growls in mourning over what could have been my answer is decided. 

I stumble into the apartment, throw some bread slices into the toaster and start to rip my clothes off in annoyance. Maybe if I'm in my underwear this productively frustrating day will end. I start cleaning up the mess from last night, mostly make up strewn across the room along with the contents of my purse and every single pair of shoes I own. Seriously, how do I even manage to make such a mess?

A small bag of white tumbles out of a boot as I match it with it's beloved. In my shoe...was I even wearing these boots last night? Clearly at some point I thought the cops were going to raid the place or something equally as stupid. Well, good job girl. No one ever bothers to look in a boot, especially in the ones your not even wearing... Oh my god, my sarcastic train of thoughts somehow became my logical train of throughts last night...is this a sign to calm down?

My phone vibrates. A single text. Not the group then? I check the lock screen. "Alex ghosted me" - Becca. I put the bag in my medicine cupboard. Safe for another night. Today is a hoe kind of day.

I slather jam on my now cold toast and start digging around my wardrobe for a dress for tonight.I pause, jam dropping onto my boobage. Good, easy clean up. My fingers fly over the keyboard on my phone to respond to Becca. "Am I boobs or legs?" She must have been staring daggers into the phone the entire time, trying not to send murderous messages to Alex. Her repsonse was ligtening fast. "Both, I'm furious"

Yup. Today is a hoe day.