Half year ago I took this little job where I was asked to make a portfolio for an actress. She was my childhood friend so I agreed for the old times sake, and I needed the money. She gave me materials, I asked her to give me access to some examples, how should this portfolio look in the end. She said yes, I waited, and waited and didn’t get what I asked for to this day. In the meantime, while working on this project I started to hate this girl. I can’t stand her face. What’s worse I have to do a montage, short video clip of her theater work, and just thinking about hours I have already spent on this, and hours I still have to spent, makes me wanna vomit. I made her beautiful portfolio, and what she did? She looked at it and said, change this picture, this picture and this on this, this and this. Pretentious, ugly, badly done pictures. I made some clips, and she said, but why didn’t you include this and that, and I just want to punch that bitch. Now I do everything, cleaning, dishes, vacuuming, reading, just not that bloody portfolio.
I think about joining the military. I need a lot of physical training before but… I think it’s decided. Maybe I’ll change my mind. Such a decision must be carefully thought out. But to be honest, secretly I wanted that for years, even before women were allowed to join army in Poland. I have this overwhelming need to belong, maybe that’s my place…
You can masturbate all day long. Give yourself as many orgasms as your body can handle. But when you’re lonly, nothing will give you love and care you need after.
If only I wasn’t such a independent, stubborn hermit.
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