i need a life so i dont think of this stupid shit

hunk and lance friendship hcs
  • Hunk and Lance knew each other before the Garrison and have been bffs since childhood
  • Hunk and Lance didn’t meet in the same preschool nor did they ever go to the same school (until the garrison) but met each other in a nearby playground where they continued to meet up for the next 8-11 years of their life, they usually let off steam about the shit that goes down in their schools.
  • “Like, if you’re going to steal something from the mall -” “Don’t wear your uniform?” “EXACTLY. God, that guy was so stupid.” “Agreed.”
  • “Then… then he KICKED the guy’s nose!!! He was bleeding, Lance! He needed to be taken to the hospital!!” “Oh my God, and then what?” “A girl was crying the whole entire time and -” the stories they share go on and on.
  • Lance’s mom and Hunk’s mom are interested in the same things so their sons r bffs and so r they and their moms drag them off sometimes to do grocery shopping but Hunk and Lance are aways ‘can’t we just stay at hoooommmmeeee?’ ‘no you’re going to help me and hunk’s mom buy groceries for our party’ ‘what party????’ ‘a joint family party!!!!’ ‘??????? !!!! A JOINT FAMILY PARTY ????’
  • Hunk’s family and Lance’s family are really close buds now
  • It’s almost surreal how much the two families are alike to interests???
  • Hunk and Lance meet up after graduating middle school and decide to finally enrol in the same school. Both of them couldn’t have been anymore excited and happy.
  • Hunk is Lance’s only tether to Earth because Hunk is childhood and playground days, fighting off bullies and staying up at night under covers and pillow forts, charting stars while laying on muddy grass after rain, stealing cookies when their mothers aren’t looking, and making stupid jokes together as the sun went down – all of their world, quiet and soft and sound.
  • Lance loves Hunk and Hunk loves Lance. They’re best friends, because water breathes life on Earth and what is water without it’s Earth?

The asshole attorney sent me an email Friday night asking why I didn’t check with him before leaving for the day.

1. I completed the tasks he requested
2. The office closes at 5. I left at 505.
3. It was St. Patrick’s Day and I had plans

He gave me his stupid verbal gold stars and smiley faces last week and today he says we are 2 ships passing in the night. He is so condescending and the communication issues are on HIM, because he says that phrase to his former and current secretaries.

I hate him so much. He really thinks I only work for him when I am currently supporting an entire FLOOR of attorneys, about 25.

I feel like I’m about to crack. Everything is piling up, professional, emotionally, personally etc. life is a shit show right now and I wish there was a pause button so I could take a breather. Just going to keep pushing through like a goddamn grownup, I guess.

hey this fuckin sucks and I feel like I’m gonna keep doing dumb shit with different drugs my whole life because of my genetics or NOT because of my genetics and i don’t know which ones worse, being cursed or just being shitty

i wish…. i. i don’t know. I need to figure some things out. i don’t want to be like my best friend and work a shitty job and hate myself and not be able to sleep i dont wanna be fuckin fight club and maybe this is >Liberal of me but i think that’s possible? i keep thinking about the conversation i had with my mom’s cousin who’s a professor the other day and how much it made me miss being in my discipline and it is, field studies is MY discipline even though I feel so alienated from it and stupid and alone… i’m meant for something greater and sometimes i feel mean for saying that but it’s clearly true. im a weak person in a lot of ways but i have enough phoenix blood in me that maybe I can get by despite. maybe the world will wait for me to get my shit together. i need time and im not going to hate myself for needing time and for slowly growing until i can face the world again. im praying that my destiny waits for me, even until im thirty, i pray that all of it waits.