she sits on the bus and recalls the stressful day she had at work. she thinks about how both her jobs are stressful and how easy it would be to quit them. she wants to do other things. she wants to pursue her dreams before it's too late. she doesn't have the money to take time off, however. this makes her sad. again.
she's off the bus. she realises she's listening to frank ocean. he's probably the most played artist on her ipod. he always makes her cry. she's walking home fast. she's sad. she's teary. next moment she's happy and singing along. next moment she's sad. and then she is happy. she wonders why this happens all the time.
she wants to talk to someone about this, but not a professional.
maybe she should just stop listening to frank ocean. but she doesn't want to. maybe she doesn't want to get better. maybe she'll always be sad.
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