~*JUNE*~
I can’t catch a f*****g break.
My life feels like a living hell.
Now I don’t just have to deal with my crazy boss, I also have to deal with my ex who won’t stop calling me.
The past week has been nothing but stress, and Andrew just won’t stop calling.
No matter how many times I block his number, he always finds a way around it, using new numbers, private calls, and sending endless messages.
My phone has become a constant source of noise.
It vibrates, lights up, drags me out of whatever fragile peace I manage to find.
There’s no quiet anymore. No break.
Even today, which is a weekend and my one chance to claw back the sleep I’ve lost to this exhausting week—the one time I should be able to sleep in, breathe, and forget everything for a few hours—my phone on the nightstand
