Hello and thanks for stopping by to read my latest series! It’s a big shift in mood from my weekly series “scramble Bouquet” (which is also available on the site, *nudge nudge*) so I hope you can enjoy it. Or maybe “relate” is a better word. The series is such a bummer and the main character (let’s just call him “Boy”) can be such a jerk depending on whether you can relate to him or not. In the case that you can, I apologize, but hope you continue reading. In the case you can’t, then go off and enjoy your perfect world where everything is perfect, and you get a million facebook likes for butt-texting a random status update.
Complete story with extras can be bought on gumroad: https://gum.co/UEdiaries
Actually, should I even refer to it as adult life if I'm still living with my parents with no signs of getting a good job any time soon? Also, do I really wanna commit to addressing this as a "diary?" Nothing against people that refer to it as that, but it seems ridiculous to even start entries that way. You don't really see people starting off their blog as "dear blog." They usually start off with something like "current mood: blissfully unaware of how crappy other people's lives are, so I rant about my own entitled life and what I define as problematic and stressful even though it probably isn't."
Current mood: everything bites. I guess I'll write more about it when I feel like it.