Sleep Wanted

Dear Diary,

Fuckkkk me. I don’t think I’ve been this tired in years. Luckily, I still find time to complain.

So, this job with HBO doesn’t pay that much. It’s more of a foot in the door, almost like an apprenticeship. That’s why I’m still dancing when I have free time. It’d be hard to pay my bills if I only used that as my sole source of income. With that being said, I still work hard at my day job because I know it’ll pay off in the future. But that’s translated into a sort of fatigue I haven’t felt in years.

My boss wanted me to ghost write an article for her, and I was like A) unethical and B) that isn’t my job. I did it anyway because I’m a pussy. What really pisses me off is that it took forever...so now I’m too tired to go to Rosewood. Which sucks because I’ve really started to miss the club and the friends I’ve made there.

I know I’ll get past this, but right now I’m struggling. And I hate being vulnerable...so who do I have to talk to? Besides you...