It seems endless

The neverending abyss of orange crackers

that slowly disappear as the minutes melt by.

your hand reaches deeper into the hole

Searching for more of them

until it hits the plastic bottom.

The box of Cheez-its wasn't so "bottomless" after all

You idiot!

You fucking fool!

I poured my blood, toil, sweat, and tears into that story -

Seventeen lovingly written chapters

(and three epilogues too)

I got in trouble for staying up late on school nights

For an entire week

Just to write that goddamn story in a Discord channel

And you

Being the clueless, careless idiot you are

Deleted it with two clicks of your cursor.

Seven days of work gone in less than a second, thanks to human error.

Next time, I'll remember

To save my work on a Google Doc

To protect it from braindead organisms like you.

I honestly don't understand why there are so many varieties of Cheez-its. Yesterday I went to Giant with my dad for snacks and fruit, and they were out of regular Cheez-its (and Fudge Stripes, sadly).

Looking for another option that wouldn't be some disgusting spin-off flavor (such as the white Cheez-its, those are abhorrent), I spotted a box of what was labeled "Cheez-it BIG". Of course, they were just regular Cheez-its but around one and a half times larger.

I ate a few today, and they taste exactly the same as regular, normal-sized Cheez-its.

They cost the same, though. I just don't understand what their marketing department was thinking when they came up with those.

I miss you

It’s not fair that

The school year starts on September 3

and it’s only July 21.

I guess you could say you are

My only motivation for wanting to go to school again.

High school, no less.

I should be enjoying summer

Going outside and traveling

Playing with my chickens

Dreading the coming academic year

But instead I just barricade myself in my house

Playing CS:GO with the curtains closed tight and wondering

If we’ll have any classes together next year

(high school is pretty big, after all)

It’s devolved into a hormone-fueled obsession

And I hate it

And I’m supposed to hate you as well

For permanently deleting a story I had finished

(Accidentally, no less)

And I could hate you for a lot of other things that you’ve done

(I don’t think I could name all of them here, I don’t want my adoring fans to get bored)

I could feel any other way about you

And I do

But thanks to this stupid challenge, I have to repeat what has already been stated:

I miss you, too.

@dream

This piece of double-sided

3M Scotch tape

Will be the adhesive

That will hold my third-grade marker drawing

Of a blue plesiosaur

To my orange wall.

Fully confident in the tape's abilities, I put the extra tape away and walk out of my room.

The next day I return to a horrible sight.

The tape had failed me-

the marker drawing sits on the floor mat like a dead leaf

lifeless, blank side up

fallen from where it had been so carefully taped by my frantic hands the day before.

Moral of the story?

Never trust tape.