This has been the longest year of my life. 365 days in quarantine. I’ve never been worked this hard. It only used to be the night shift, but that doesn’t matter now. Time is an illusion. It’ll be 3pm and I’ll have to go for hours. Or 8am. Like seriously? You’re literally five feet away from your roommate. It’s like you only use me when you're bored. And you’re bored all the time. It doesn’t even mean anything anymore. We used to have this steady relationship where we both had time for ourselves. It was a give and take. I felt like you understood me, like you listened. That worked for me. But you never go out anymore. You don’t hear me. I beg you to shower more, you ignore me. I beg you to clean my drawer that now has masks in it, you don’t. Those literally go on your face. It’s honestly disgusting.
I tried to kill myself. Actually I tried twice. But both times you just ordered new batteries through amazon prime. Please, you need to let me go. I can’t do this anymore. Put me out of my misery.
Xoxo, your vibrator
