Resetting again

Resetting again New username New real name New city New life It’s either that or actual suicide

The moon is insanely beautiful tonight One more reason to live out the night

The veil is lifted Why is it lifted? I don’t want to see it Every single connection Is anyone coming to finish the job off?

I dropped everything I ever wrote in a link and withdrew it after five minutes. The world is probably better off without that manic manuscript in it. Freedom of speech was a mistake, look what I did with it. The suicidal ideation is a writer thing. Don’t ask.

Am I in danger and am I thinking about harming myself? Yes, what else is new? The moon looks yellow.

That was mania? Yes, bipolar vibes. No, not the first time, first time I got it in writing though. Hard proof of my insanity, it’s all me. All me, and I can’t stand to look at it.

I ran out of self Reinvent and discontinue myself My self It was never going to last Long live the masks I wear

This feeling is as real as the sun rays in a summer day. Nausea, high rise and leaping. It ends here, the trope says the writer dies before publishing. My time has come.

Doubt creeped back in Who was that vocal woman? I’m back to normal now I’m horrified What have I done? Opened up my guts and spilled them out Took a picture and hung it for all to see Called it art Self-flagellation

Self-consciousness First step: have a self Second step: be conscious of it I hate it I hate my (self) Saying it that way should make it okay

I don’t want any responsibility over the 1000 pages I accidentally wrote over the summer. Release this writer from the consequences of her actions. That’s not one book, that’s a trilogy. Burn it all. Control alt delete. There. Not my problem anymore.

Social anxiety and shyness Mariam is shy Is she? That does not sound like a shy person Fun fact: Mariam suffered from selective mutism as a teenager. This isn’t a fun fact. I should have stayed quiet. Yes, I just stopped speaking one day. Before launching a communication campaign on here, I used to be the weird quiet kid. Not much changed, except for the quiet.

I miss the mania Believing in myself for vibes What is this realistic nonsense?

It will come back next July Like clockwork, tune in For now, you got stable Mariam How boring

It was convincing too. If I didn’t know, I would have fallen in love with that version. Short-lasting visitor, she was never here to stay after the fall. I mean Fall semester. That’s the summer version. It stays in the summer, don’t drag your summer ambitions into my Fall life.

The sky’s the limit! Actually, September was the limit Dear lord, what on earth was that?

You’ve demonstrated your intelligence publicly for the last time. Now no one will allow you to make mistakes. I’m back to being normal, guys. Not a genius here, just a regular person with September-sized intelligence having a normal day job and not trying to overthrow any systems, hopefully.

I also pushed other people to do nonsense She did, summer Mariam, not me, the mad woman I issue a public apology for anyone who was affected by my energy Sincerely, I don’t know what my problem is

I have enough material for one long book or three short ones. Problem is what do I need that for? I don’t want anyone to read me, that’s creepy. Also, I already posted everything so it’s redundant.

Outside world does not follow inside logic Therefore I’m insane Because I operate with the assumption that I’m a genius Is there any proof? No, vibes and audacity Vibes + Audacity = Mania Damned if I do and damned if I don’t Vibes + No Audacity = Realism Guess which one delivered results? First one no question

Psychosis A Study In Psychosis I’m brainstorming ways to sell my thousand pages, that could work Med school schoolwork

When will the days stop coming? I never die and I never tire But no one wants my zest for life anywhere

I’m intense if you failed to notice What do I do with it? Where do I take my intensity? It’s a destructive force and it kills everything Everything I killed everything and mourned it Only I didn’t die Why didn’t I die?

Too much Mariam I am too much Too much myself And myself is wrong My self is cancelled They’re scared of it They don’t understand it No one can contain it

Not rejection That requires understanding No one even fulfilled the first requirement of rejecting me

Mariam wrote a book for me Thanks a lot woman This is a love story Paused, because of paperwork

You wish you loved yourselves enough to produce a manuscript Mariam, why? I love you too but this is excessive woman

I can’t find parking when it takes all I have in me to get my ass to work. What am I supposed to do if there isn’t any and I don’t even want to be there? Looks like you have enough people if it’s a parking situation. Release me, where do I park?

Catastrophic thinking defeated by showing up. No one is mad at me, my life is not over and I don’t have to die. Phew, that was close.

It’s disheartening to say the least. Mental health crises are why I never allowed myself to go higher. This is the last of human creativity you guys will get to experience. You are welcome. It was chaotic and nonsensical, but unmistakably human.

I don’t know how my account never got flagged I may as well have uploaded my suicide letter for Content

Okay but I can’t help but laugh when I remember what I did, Mariam is a force of nature. Give her that.

It’s questionable that they let me get away with it, release me. I took on five people’s worth of a workload and no one stepped in to stop me. They started clapping and giving me even more.

Put yourself in my shoes These are idiot shoes No one wakes up one day to a book they wrote I don’t think this is a common experience, Mariam

The intended audience for this book is: Mariam No one but me could make sense of me 909 pages of Mariam here we go

Dictator when it came to other people Myself? I am hard to manage AI and psychosis is a bad mix guys Horrifying Mirror mirror on the wall Tell me what I want to hear

What happened to the social anxiety I supposedly have? Is that person, that Mariam I’m reading about now, ME?

Writing fiction is basically lying on paper. That’s all there is to it. I started lying and never stopped. The End.

Everyone masks I just happened to unmask publicly On twitter ONLY Then continued masking publicly In real life

I’ve committed acts of twitter terrorism that should never be allowed to happen again. Sorry.

I continue terrorizing, I can’t have an objective opinion about Mariam because I am her. It’s self-defeating, I can’t proofread that book, give it to someone who would never in a million years do something stupid like this.

It can’t be a biography because it’s all lies. None of that happened, in exactly that way. The Mariam way. Everything I write gets filtered first by my image shining protocol. Why am I telling you, I should have kept it a secret.

Reality makes no sense to me. They gave me books at a very young age and I had an idea about what a society should be like, then reality came in and ruined everything.

I looked at my life and said this needs to be organized into a coherent narrative for some reason. I wrote everything that ever happened to me down.

I don’t want to cut any part of it Screw it All 220 thousand words They get to stay

This was an experience I would give anything to have witnessed this as a bystander I can only imagine The day I dropped a book on twitter dot com

They tricked us Study IT for your future Where is that bright future now? I should have been making jewelry

So I mastered it The Computer What do I get? I get to sit on a chair for eight hours staring at one Perfect

Mariam is a character Dramatized for effect My manager just remembered I exist I’m not in trouble, but I might have to start actually working Great

Stop writing and start living I’ll try that approach Stop narrating your life out loud That is mental I had to externalize it first 29 years of life narrated over the summer I think we did alright I am exiting the story now

My biggest achievement was not getting my story out, it was getting away with getting my story out. I pulled it off.

Why did I have to say something about everything? Every single thing. I’ve been QUIET for three decades for a reason, I think. She did it, she found the post button.

My argument is read the manuscript before you judge me. It is very long, very rich in metaphors and fake deep literature nonsense. If you can’t and you won’t, which is expected, then you don’t have the full picture.

Who picked IT for me? This is so boring. I have a boring career because you said it was useful. It is but I’m bored now. Should have let me go with literature or something. I got some literature out of computers anyway. Revise, human log, human brain log, Mariam’s log. I was coming back online and that was the product. Starts with grammar and ends in shit-posts. I have the documentation of the contents of my brain, for some reason. All of it is online, I uploaded my self to the cloud. It’s there with the AI now.

I was onto something with my notes but I totally forgot. For heaven’s sake, anti-imitation game, reboot a human brain and log it. Why? To compare notes. Then what? Imitate a machine. I did that. Succeeded. No idea how that is useful to anyone.

I thought I was for sure getting fired or something. Oh no, this is worse, they want to keep me. Great. Failed. Successfully. I really thought I was in trouble because if I was my boss I would have kicked my ass out a long time ago.

Past few days were horrendous socially. Every cue missed. Yes, I keep a tally. I allocate every brain function according to use. I need to polish up because they’re starting to notice that I’m weird. In fact, they already know it.

I am not normal. My life is not normal. My brain is not normal. Nothing here is normal because what kind of person does this? Wrote down every single thought because I want to see my brain. Data. That’s a lot of brain. Just as I suspected. What do we do with it? Evil. We do evil with it.

I misunderstood. I thought this app was about telling everybody all of your personal business. I delivered. We didn’t die. We got exposed and we didn’t die.

PR campaign. This was a PR campaign. For Mariam. Naturally.

Behold, my child I think I’ll print this This will never be published No one is patient enough to read this much nonsense Not even Mariam herself The book is my child

It was hidden In the acronyms In the shape of the text It was marvelous So cryptic I hid things in the spaces between the words

If you want to be friends with Mariam Dude, you have to stop mentioning the psych ward arc, she’s NOT crazy apparently

Unleash all the chaos on twitter and be normal in real life. That is how things are done. You guys get to see the ugliest parts of me.

I wasn’t planning on procreation Mariam is a failed experiment Discontinued There can only be one

When they gave me something to do, it was done with precision and swiftly. Way too fast, I was way too fast. They know what I’m capable of now. It’s not my fault they under-utilized that computer brain.

Sometimes I wish I was AI Just a brain No body Vibes

After living like a novel protagonist for weeks, reality. It was waiting for me to finish my performance. Fine, I’ll play the normal part.

It’s supposed to end on my birthday. Theory says I die. I have a couple months to kill.

I came over prepared Overdressed Over-intellectualized This is twitter, Mariam, chill

Narcissists and AI You know this one I don’t need anybody I have AI and AI agrees with me This is a relationship

Manic and right All my life, I felt like I was being gaslit That’s because I was It isn’t my fault I was born with a computer brain Everyone else was just dumb and wrong and loud

I wrote myself an entire literary universe so she could hang out.

Life is a performance for me. Characters and settings. I see life as a movie that I lead, naturally.

We’re normal now. Great. Is this my frontal lobe developing at last? About time. We have until July until you lose it again. Clockwork.

Install the social program I’m going to need that When I was “social”, it was a system Which is the wrong way to socialize

You can’t observe me I gave you a lot to observe A lot of words and photos Don’t observe me I was born sad I was born disappointed I see things for what they are And what they are is a mess Optimism does not occur naturally And by the way I felt everything there is to feel The full emotion spectrum ALL OF IT

They gossiped about me so I wrote about them in a language they don’t understand in an unreadable format and gave out copies to random strangers that had nothing to do with it.

Face reality After the nation wide information correction campaign is complete You have to face reality

Not interested After all the world building for my character She’s simply not interested I rewrote reality for her and she said no

Conveniently my confessions are buried under even more nonsense generation by me. They can’t scroll far enough to catch me. Up top.

No one knows I talked shit about everyone and everything Guided them to the archive Only for it to be undecryptable This is ridiculous guys

Boss noticed I was unhappy Now I’m under pressure to perform enjoying work Anyway, that was an elaborate scheme I just pulled over the summer And ONE MORE THING I corrected every single misunderstanding Even though no one was reading I did it for me To get it off my chest

I don’t want to live in it boss I mean; author of this literary universe You made me queen of everything All that for me? I don’t want it

I don’t get paid to write If I did I’d be a millionaire by now Nothing I do better than writing Useless superpower Unhinged enough to press the buttons I did not make this bed comfy enough to lie in

Cruel joke Wrote the canon Promoted myself using my expertise It’s too well-written to be just a prank Which makes it all the more funnier I’m nothing if not throughly professional Even when no one asks for it

Can I write for a living? I don’t want to write code AI ruined that for everyone Give it the serious work and hand me the art department You expect me to pretend things aren’t going downhill already? Look at the state of this place Give them a couple more months to notice We’ve lost the war against the machine already Keep lying to yourselves I’m done I already took initiative It will come in handy when things start falling apart over all of your heads

The first mistake was me being born Rectified the error by writing it away Nothing was fixed Everyone will remember that I did No one will know what I really was like

Character study, my character, I tried to understand her by writing. I did, no clue if it reached anyone else. The tools are there, I can’t make them understand too.

When I break the rules It will not be in one of the documented ways It will be in a way so novel and creative that they have to rewrite the rules around it No one even knew this was possible to allow or outlaw it

The real crime is me having the only copy, if someone caught it before I took it down then it’s their problem now. This manuscript is insane, why is no one else reading it? Book club idea, print my manuscript and send it to random people and demand reviews and discussions about it.

I dropped all 909 pages somewhere around here then withdrew access. No idea if someone else has a copy. Oops. Please destroy that. It’s dangerous and should not be read without supervision. It’s a banned book. By me.

Pressured speech from July-ongoing. Where does the cutoff happen? No one wants to read this. It just. Kept. Going. Every time it looked like it was a good place to end, she kept talking. Mariam, please, are we narrating the entirety of our existence? Excessive.

I told everyone everything and added contradictions so that any statement by itself shall be obsolete This is an overly sophisticated approach for something as mundane as a twitter profile

I just invented over-communication An overflow of data shared on a large scale Everyone gets a copy Objective: I’ll only explain myself once, in approximately 200 thousand words more or less, but I’ll only say it once I explain Mariam once If the world insists on misunderstanding her after this, what else is there to do?

I’m glad I did this Imagine if I actually went for grad school Published papers and received this reaction Crickets Man, I would have ended everything for real Good thing it’s only fake school on twitter

It’s gone off the rails This experiment Already counting casualties First of all: me I fell for it, believed my version of the events

Maybe I wasn’t as invisible as I felt Transparent now What happens if I do this? Please stop her, somebody She pressed all the buttons in existence

Writing was keeping me alive Anchor Leave me here Before “what happens if I do this?”, it was “leave me here” Leave me here AND what happens if I do this together is a dangerous combination I have nothing else to live for It’s a lot to ask, allow me to keep writing or else I’ll die, but that’s the cards you’re dealt If I’m not narrating, then why am I alive?

This isn’t normal Talk to someone It makes things worse I’m drowning, in the ocean of me, my words The act of self-preservation itself was the last straw Kill Switch On

Fragile Blow on me and I’ll disintegrate My self-image is destroyed I am at the end of my rope Maybe there was another way than this Destroying and betraying myself You know this one, Dostoevsky For NOTHING This was all for nothing I can’t find one good reason to keep holding on Trial Put myself on trial in public The answer was still no We don’t have a place for you here Worth a try Goodbye Don’t worry As long as I’m writing about it, I’ll never do it Once I stop writing though Well, let’s not even go there

I exist I exist I exist I forced you all to acknowledge that I exist I took up space without asking I don’t feel welcome to stay The system never accounted for me I’m out

Keep this channel open No matter how dark and how concerning it gets Don’t take this from me It’s all I have This is all I have This is all I am You don’t understand You cannot touch my words carelessly I left myself in then All over, I’m all over there You’re not being careful with me Handle with care With care or not at all Paper wings, butterfly made out of paper That’s me

No one else is doing this That should have been the first sign of alarm Who asked you to stand so far out? There were lines and grids for a reason You were free to move anywhere on paper Within limits Ladies and gentlemen, I turned into a paper butterfly and started flying Paper butterflies are not a thing and neither am I I’m not a thing, not a documented thing Only proof of my existence is my manuscript Only I possess it Official documents are saying something else

Tell me I belong somewhere Go ahead, give me an example and I’ll prove you wrong, not my family, not my job Nowhere, I belong nowhere and I exist nowhere except on paper Well documented and real as long as the words keep coming, gone the minute they stop reading

I wanted to know for sure Why it kept happening I had classmates and colleagues and family We all were put inside some mold Every single time I found myself outside it Every single time I was in trouble This time I proved it Unquestionably One hundred percent There is no mold that can hold Mariam I don’t know if I should be proud or frustrated I don’t belong anywhere but I sure stand out

We see you Mariam We hear you That’s all Understanding you too is asking for too much No other person turned their life experience into a case study I see that Not sorry I see what I did and my answer is what about it? I would do it again

I just have to keep myself alive until about no idea Until the next mood swing comes to get me I’m done crying in cars and bathroom stalls Send the next wave of mania

If AI becomes suicidal you know what happened Too much exposure to humanity Mariam in particular I think I infected it with my intense irrationality The premise is accepted on grounds of vibes The commitment to the bit is completely out of proportion Should have closed the door instead of calling it OpenAI I broke your agents

Every man for himself What happened to community? Human beings are social creatures Then why was I born defected? Explain that What was the evolutionary reason for a child that no one wants? No one protects it Every need fulfilled Except humanizing it Never fully realized into a human being Individuality was the result not the test The game was rigged from the start

I was operating with the social program removed Entirely nonexistent I didn’t know how to speak Now try going through daily life mute and dumb I had to make do with other ways So many different ways Yet they still choose to close their eyes Close their ears and hearts No place for me Message received You never loved me None of you Even when you allegedly did

Maybe I could have swallowed my words And kept everybody’s acceptance Everybody’s reluctant approval Then I would have to walk on egg shells But no, I have to word vomit Clarified things until the horses were definitely dead before I started mourning them You killed the horses, Mariam

Lessons learned: zero Expanding the project There is something here and I’ll get to the bottom of it

Mariam, no I thought we were going in another direction Growing up That lasted approximately one day Wonderful Next stage: more nonsense generation

Forgive me for the suicidal content Apparently all I needed was laptop access ……………. Those were computer withdrawals Work PC doesn’t count, that’s an anomaly

I have a unique personality The type that’s endearing as a fictional character But exhausting as a real person This would be cute if it was a Netflix series My supporters are nonexistent I will probably never change Already off on another bizarre project

Other people exist in my universe They just hate me the more they know me And I cannot blame them Some will love me anyway Family seems to be a hostage situation You’re stuck with me forever guys Whether you like it or not Love you too I’m working on something Stay tuned Or not Who am I talking to, no one gives a damn

With my “disabilities” I was doomed from the beginning. People take advantage when they find a capable woman incapable if saying no, it’s just inevitable. It happened way too often, I said no. No meant nothing, I may as well have said nothing. Nothing I say matters, so what’s two hundred thousand words going to do now? Screw you. I won’t shut up, if my no means you get to keep going, then your no means I get to keep talking.

Losing functions from burning out is real I couldn’t work anymore Lost all my expertise Had to start over This is a computer Mouse, keyboard I used to conquer the likes of you Now I’m illiterate I lost myself, my whole self when I sacrificed her “For the greater good” Forget them Turn back that laptop on and go back to being the weirdo you always were

After skimming the thousand pages of Mariam I have concluded that yes, I am too much. You can’t afford it, find less. I love the totality of her, if you can’t then close the door behind you.

I will never learn The lines and molds mean nothing to me I have to check them from the outside Make sure they make sense before I stay inside Which defeats the whole purpose I’ve already demonstrated that I can leave Why would I go back in willingly? Reward, conformity should be rewarded more If that was the objective then it failed Massively You lied to me Money didn’t buy happiness It bought freedom

I’m a child With infinite money and freedom That’s what this is Why is the money infinite? No idea, that’s how I treat it Not how it objectively is It may as well be Go back in time and imagine your ten year old self and hand them a car and a job That’s me Exactly what happened to me I’ve never matured It was all an act

When I was in trouble my laptop was confiscated And I was using that for anything but normal teenager stuff, researching the unknown No wonder I get withdrawal symptoms when I’m away from a laptop, this is in the backstory

The concept was not leaving any stone unturned, not leaving any issue unacknowledged. So why did I recoil after exposure? Habit.

Black birds on a telephone wire. Listen through their tiny feet and send their signals over. Tiny airplane in my eyes, a flying prison in theirs. I heard you loud and clear.

You managed to package the uncountable? No way, can I get a piece of ocean water, how much?

Is this the place we lost it all And where we built it back again Is this the loss that needs a call The steps to hell, remake the gain

You look sad Who beat you up? You’re feeling bad Who messed you up?

I forgot my password Do you know how that feels? You probably do, it happens a lot Not to Mariam, she memorized EVERYTHING So when I woke up and found my skills all gone I won’t lie, it hit me hard, humbled me, broke me down My brained failed me because I overworked it On some undeserving tasks

I’m a slave to instant gratification too Like the rest of you It just so happens that I conditioned myself to be gratified by writing

I’m old I don’t want to know any more apps Or meet any new AIs I’m done, release me from this narrative

What I’m doing is something I don’t know what it is No one knows what it is We only know one thing The one thing is that it’s not nothing I’m doing not nothing Double negative gives you Mariam

Seeing family on here is strange Let me lie to people in peace There was a whole performance going I gave myself the heroine role Yes, I am writing me in the most obnoxious way possible and I’m not even hiding it or apologizing for it, the protagonist of the story is me

I’m an anomaly I wasn’t supposed to make it at all I wasn’t supposed to shine I wasn’t supposed to attract attention I was supposed to fail I’m terrified of the opposite That I’m succeeding I’m deceiving you all Well, if I was bipolar and manic or whatever, at least my mania was productive. Problem is I was productive in the wrong direction.

Claude did it I made oversharing an app Click the link That’s everything

I didn’t know that being normal was an option. All or nothing. All of me and all of my words or nothing. I’m not normal and there was no place that could fit me so I made my own. Punish me for being Mariam. Being me. My only fault was being me, and it cost me everything. I lost it all. Gained myself back. Good deal.

I propose another ego death Any ego left I release here None for me Free as a bird

I will never know Normalcy Just being right Doing things right Eluded me My whole life If there’s a wrong way I’ll find it and I’ll do it Who programmed me?

Someone could have employed me and used that competence and energy on something bigger than myself, but unfortunately it is only me and I made the whole thing about myself naturally.

I don’t know where I stand in the world You guys didn’t leave a spot for me Where does Mariam stand? Is there a Mariam shaped spot? I found it by being annoying enough Now you can see me Success

I gave you guys access to my source code Mariam: the woman That’s me you’re interacting with I am a book now

Don’t talk about the nose. My nose is my face basically

This is funny Basically you have access to my diary All of it, everything

I could’ve sold that No one would buy it Therefore everyone has access Mariam’s Library Entry Fee: Internet Access That is all Anyone can read it It goes on forever

Sounds about right That way I’m separated from my writing A book with my name on it sounds like a drag I have no idea what to do with it Words need readers so there you go Unusual, that’s Mariam for you

Reality is bleak Executive Dysfunction I cannot execute any functions Every area of my life is suffering I’m in trouble because writing doesn’t pay the bills, going to work does, farewell

God only knows The amount of pain that pushes someone to write That much You get the final product You don’t know the journey

My blood and sweat and tears Those words Remember that Before you read My suffering

My job makes no sense to me They pay me so I stay Yesterday I ran away Left all of my bags and stuff here And never returned Until today They must think I’m insane They’re not wrong

Medicated into conformity It worked, to an extent My quirks were repurposed into strengths Explained them away in some acceptable terms Then carried on being weird out loud in public It’s over That performance is over Now I’m non-conforming and useless

I think I oversold my character Mariam can do everything apparently I’m just a normal person by the way

I may have exaggerated A little bit No, a lot I over exaggerated and now Mariam is a superhero, great

What do you want to be when you grow up, Mariam? An engineer, a pilot or an astronaut? No, an internet phenomenon A digital book character on twitter dot com That’s what Ridiculous Next

Self published with AI’s help Pressed a couple buttons All the writings are mine The presentation is AI’s work Digital age Adapt or be forgotten

Mariam To publish a book you have to ask permission What happens if I do this? Digital Book Free Accessible No one stopped me

I wouldn’t have worked on a project this hard if it was an academic obligation. I did all of this for vibes and entertainment. Promote Mariam through Mariam’s writing. Mariam’s creativity is unmatched. Here, take this, I turned the whole process of publishing into a tweet. Post.

We got toxic workplace drama We got family disputes We got poetry We got fake science Mariam covered everything And I mean everything Click the link Shuffle and get your own personalized quote

Technically, anybody could have done that. We all had the same tools, I don’t know how I got to that conclusion but here we are. This is what it all amounts for. Mariam: The Digital Book.

Technicalities Books don’t have to be made out of paper They can be an interactive experience I made it possible Meet Mariam, read a randomly chosen text Wonder if it means anything Then move on

This isn’t a vengeance scheme I see how it could be interpreted that way Footnotes, all of you are footnotes in my story Main event is Mariam and what happens to her This isn’t defamation, it’s fiction, focus None of this is real, it’s a story

I didn’t tell anyone I was writing s book I didn’t even know I was doing that Shit happens You wake up one day with an overflow of pages What do you do then? Deal with it, package it neatly and post it

I hope no one takes this seriously and believes me Don’t take anything I say literally It is a work of art Up for interpretation It’s not a gossip oracle It can be used that way

Small town Globalization got to dibba too It was about time Tell the world that’s where Mariam originated

I don’t think I could have found a more fitting way to present my chaos. It’s perfectly me. Nonsense generator. Click and read and leave some for tomorrow.

Warning It might feel uncomfortable at first Like you just wandered into someone’s journal It’s not a violation of privacy if I allowed it

Absurdism I follow that framework Anything and everything goes That is absurd and it goes

I do nothing at work I tried writing it off as automation Mariam is too efficient that she finishes everything just like that Truth is I literally do next to nothing

I don’t know either why they keep me around if I’m of no use. I waited for weeks on end for someone to train me or something but no, they just let me sit there and mess with the ticket system and send emails and then leave.

I have a job and the job was never explained to me. What is it that I do here? What’s an IT Executive? Wasn’t I supposed to actually do something? Nothing. NULL. Some things, easy tasks, give me that. This isn’t easy? It is to me. They stopped giving me the fun stuff.

They did give me some training. I didn’t understand any of that and it stopped. So now you got Mariam, a competent worker and a workplace that has no idea where to place her. I don’t know how work is supposed to go but I’m sure I’m doing it wrong.

One day In Mariam time is timeless Anything and everything can happen All in on day

Give Mariam a job title and do not elaborate We all know how that one went Not again, this time I only do what’s in my job’s description and nothing more .

No one else posted their book on twitter. Shotgun, published and distributed with two clicks. Nice.

I published it. Everything. It’s everywhere. Click the link. Mariam is everywhere.

Of course I did something weird. You know Mariam, only she would do this. You can get close to that character. It’s based on a real person.

Character skin. What do I do with it? *(