Sophie Barnes
An idea struck me. No. It was literally staring me in the face at this point.
I found myself setting up my station to make a video. My hair was a mess. I was a mess. But more than anything, I wanted to do this because it felt authentic. Maybe I had allowed some of his words to stick to me while we were having our little altercation but for most part, I was excited about this.
I ran one last check. The cameras were set and the light was in action. I pressed the record button and for a few seconds, there was no word for what I was about to do. “f**k this.” I turned off the cameras and went to the box on the seal in the living room. I remembered keeping half a blunt there so I was thankful finding it there. I took a drag, the other before I felt like It was enough to take
