"Just came back from the therapist, the verdict is... still fucked." Sad as a tomb, Hayley Williams just couldn't remember a time where she was just smile and joy.
It's as if past Hayley never existed, and nowadays, she was just a lost soul wandering in the streets of L.A..
It's been few years since the sky fell on her, she divorced with her husband and Paramore's bassist left the band and attacked her for money.
and still she couldn't figure out how to come back to the way things were.
Still the only lights of hope in her life are her band, their last album made huge noise, and she used as a therapy, (not for the best apparently), her dog and most importantly her hair color brand.
She was drowning her life into work, trying to make new things, and make it go her way. She thought " maybe if I forget about bad things, they'll never come back". But when the door closed, at the end of the day, the demons always come back to haunt you.
"Why don't you take a social media break?" Asked her newly acquired friend from GDY brand Mike.
"Already tried, already worked, already back."answered a disillusioned Hayley.
"Yeah, but did you try to come back with a bang?
- What do you mean a bang? Like a 'Hey look at me, I have short hair now.'!
- No, like, hey look at me 'I'm a men', kind of Bang.
- Never gonna happen.
- I know but think about it. You leave your fans on Instagram with me cutting your haire or giving you a new look.
- Yeah, the short hair thing, yeah!
- *Stop being this negative* and then you come back six month later, after having a long hiatus, doing what you love, with a totally different look.
- Yeah, but what kind of look?" Asked Hayley while grabbing her snack bag from the multiples empty one on the table.
"Judging from your recent behavior, I'd say you come back as a morbidly obese version of yourself" launched another colleague from job.
It was true that these last few weeks, Hayley had the tendency to eat everything in sight, going from bag of chips, vegan burgers, sodas, every tipe of snacks that existed, and the numbers of them were growing as fast as her waistline recently.
Her belly had grown into a muffin top, her arms lost their definition and she even started to develop an ass.
"Are you calling me fat?
-Not fat, I'm just saying that at this rate, we'll have to reinforced the chairs soon.
-Always the good sport hey!
-Dumbass.
-I'll think about your IG pause Mike, sounds interesting." As Hayley was finishing her last chips, "Time for another bag, my fat ass is begging for it." As she showing the middle finger to the other guy.
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