The struggle is real, y’all.
Obviously I need to write in a cute coffee shop and spend money I don’t have.
Mmm, iced coffee.
Ugh, everyone in here is impossibly cool. Look at them all with their glasses, chambray shirts, and pages full of words.
That guy’s bun is cuter than mine.
I hate my hair.
I wonder if I can pull-off the whole pastel hair color thing.
No, don’t go on Pinterest.
Ok, just start writing. just. fucking. write.
Is unprioritized a word?
Nope, definitely not a word.
Wait, there’s no “e” after the “g” in judgmental?
Man, I really turned into a bad speller. Thanks auto spellcheck.
Ughhhh this sounds so stupid.
Whatever, just write it. No one’s going to read it anyway.
Why am I doing this again?
I wonder what my cats are doing right now. Probably taking a nap. Lazy bastards.
A nap sounds awesome.
Ok, I definitely need either another iced coffee, a sandwich, or a nap.
Ooh Kettle chips!
$11 for a sandwich?! #gentrification
Maybe if I take a mental break I can come back to this with fresh eyes and get back in the zone.
Ok, I feel like I’ve written way more than 958 words.
Wow, this is all over the place.
What is the point I’m trying to make?
Why can’t my mind make words work?
That guy with all the words on his page is looking out of the window, longingly. I bet he doesn’t have writer’s block. Maybe that’s where he draws his power?
It really is a beautiful day outside.
Don’t be that girl Instagramming in the coffee shop.
Sorry, not sorry.
Why am I such a dirty, dirty hipster?
Why have none of these cute boys with beards asked me out yet?
Wow, writing a list is way easier than writing an essay or actual article.
I wonder if Buzzfeed is hiring.