*and your comments and suggestions definitely act as motivation to keep me going*
我二月份的目标 你写， 是少喝酒。只有周末，只有特殊的场合，只有当我不孤单时，只有有一个非常非常非常好的理由。
我不’t know how it got like this， 你说。 And you mean it both literally, as in 我不’t remember how the bookcase got pushed over, and you mean it as in 我不’t know how I got to this place in my life. This isn’t a good place. 我不’t feel good. This isn’t good.
您认为， God it’s so overwhelming, the mess. Why is there so much dust behind a bookcase, behind each book, why do I have to look at it now, all at once, vomited onto the floor like this. Fuck, those slides were in order. And the books, too, alphabetical order. 我可以 get my books in order but (clearly) not the rest of my life.
“Hate to ask again — and 我不’t mind saying that I’m tired of asking politely. It might be time for something a bit more direct. It’s too fucking loud over here.”
She’s a bit of a bitch, this one. Big boobs crammed into a too-tight shirt that she probably thinks is ‘sexy’ but instead it’s broadcasting ‘I got this at the expensive store, marked down, so that 我可以 say that I shop there, even though — clearly — I’ll buy anything, including clothes that don’t fit, just so 我可以 take a selfie and post it on Facebook and talk about what a bargain hunter I am …’