Vanessa//twenty-three//Disney cast member.
Ask me anything
I dig museums and kitchy Halloween stuff.
Adventure is out there!
Over the last week (or so) I’ve been coming out to/having serious conversations with my family about my bisexuality (because I’ve started seeing a girl for the first time), had my best friend move across the country, my car die and need an expensive fix that has lead to me having to get a credit card to cover it, and subsequently missed almost a week of work.
I’m pretty certain I’ve lost the ability to breath or leave my bed. My emotions are fucking exhausted.
My Lead: “So did you figure out what the detail was you were asked to do?”
Me: “Nope. But I started doing something else, and well…I found something dirty and made it clean and that’s essentially my job, right?”
My Lead: “Works for me.”
My cantaloupe is under ripe, my strawberries are over ripe, and my tea is too hot to drink. I’m living in a pile of first world problems.
I’m sitting here, thinking.
Thinking about my nice new car. About my decent-paying, adult job, that lets me comfortably cover my bills. About my solid group of friends. About the lovely compliments that have been thrown my way lately about being “funny” and “interesting”.
I’m sitting here, thinking about how I’d throw it all away in a heartbeat if I could just wake up tomorrow and actually be happy.
So I should say something smooth so this guy will want to see me again.
Except lol I sent him a snapchat of me with a cat face drawn on instead.