idk when did our family became definitely dependent on juice.
there wasnt any day that there wasnt one.
if there was, well one of us would prolly make one.

just yesterday, i tried to get a job-it wasnt easy as my past *click click* "there-you-go" job.
there were A LOT of interviews,test and the people aremt really nice.

"are you sure you can't do anything about it?"

"well i dont know ma'am"

"thanks for wasting my time"

-phone simulation

i thought call centers are easy. i froze on my seat when i dont know what to say already; to think that was the LAST of the exams that i needed to get the job.

and i didnt make it good.

well now, look who wasted her time.

actually, they are easy. VERY. but the butterflies in my stomach just gets into my head and blocks every senseful things that i need to do/say.

im sure i did look stupid. and dense. for petesake.

i felt like a baby. i didnt cry (ofcourse) its just a job anyway. but the thing is, i felt like im not ready to face the bigger picture of life yet. everyone's mean, rude and they have the means to be like that with you but your friends. or maybe im just too nice and that i expect people around me would do the same.

fair enough there was an opening to for a full-time artist. i hope they're willing to take a baby, and a newbie with them. (GAHD I HOPE MAY TRAINING. pabs you better tell me.)

im gna take my next bottle of juice. catch up on you laturrr <3