Wow...

I just realize that I've agreed to go back to work for a boss who offered to pay me 100$ and make me business cards if I pretended to be a therapist in order to help his friends get rid of a shitty roommate...I'm wondering if this is a good idea.

Also, on a plot generator, I was told that:

"The story starts when your protagonist admits to a fantasy. Another character is an anesthesiologist who has been stealing your protagonists mail."

To me, this means that my protagonist admits his fantasy in a letter which the anesthesiologist then steals, y/n?

Crap Poetry

This is my sad, sad attempt to write poetry for my English class - there's a reason I don't write poetry. God...ick.

Leaving One

In the dark of the room, two arms, both thin, share an armrest
elbow to elbow, wrist to wrist,
their owners obscured by the chair backs.
A flash of fatal light and a loud 'boom'
cause the hand with the chipped nail polish to flinch.
The arm with the leather-cuffed wrist reaches over
covering the back of the other hand.
Slowly, the bare wrist turns,
stopping only when its palm faces upwards.
Now it's palm to palm and as the fingers lace together,
almost perfectly,
the two separate arms melt together.