Insanity
Last night I watched the House of Yes. It was a disturbing movie about a girl who's insane and in love with her twin brother.
It was so disturbing that I couldn't stop thinking about it. As a result, I had a horrible dream last night. I dreamt that I was in Mexico and I had a prescription for mental meds but I couldn't find it inside my strawberry purse.
The next day I went back to the shop as I had found my prescription. I handed them my prescription and they filled it. I was about to put the pills in my purse, but I could not find it. I searched everywhere. I was upset, so I took some of the pills I had just gotten. All of a sudden I felt like I was drunk. I thought everyone was watching me as I continued to look for my strawberry purse. I heard people talking about me. I continued to search the store since I kept seeing other purses like mine hanging overhead.
I bumped into an old nail client of mine (I used to do nails) and I was ashamed of my condition. Even though she was really drunk over margaritas, I was insane and I didn't want her to see me. She had a strawberry purse, but it was not mine. I left her and continued through the store. I found an old friend there who thought I was only drunk. We left the store together through a gate.
I never did find my strawberry purse.
It was so disturbing that I couldn't stop thinking about it. As a result, I had a horrible dream last night. I dreamt that I was in Mexico and I had a prescription for mental meds but I couldn't find it inside my strawberry purse.
The next day I went back to the shop as I had found my prescription. I handed them my prescription and they filled it. I was about to put the pills in my purse, but I could not find it. I searched everywhere. I was upset, so I took some of the pills I had just gotten. All of a sudden I felt like I was drunk. I thought everyone was watching me as I continued to look for my strawberry purse. I heard people talking about me. I continued to search the store since I kept seeing other purses like mine hanging overhead.
I bumped into an old nail client of mine (I used to do nails) and I was ashamed of my condition. Even though she was really drunk over margaritas, I was insane and I didn't want her to see me. She had a strawberry purse, but it was not mine. I left her and continued through the store. I found an old friend there who thought I was only drunk. We left the store together through a gate.
I never did find my strawberry purse.
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