i have this drawer filled with old invitations for things i never went to. every time i open it, i feel this weird guilt for saying no to everything and everyone, like somehow i am the one missing out.
i just got my annual membership to the local museum for free after i complained about their exhibit hours last year. i thought they would just blow me off, but instead they sent me a personal apology and a shiny new card in the mail. still in shock.
so my doctor just told me i need surgery but guess what, my insurance said no thanks, and here i am on hold for three hours, crying into my phone like a soap opera star who forgot their lines, while this auto-generated voice serenades me with elevator music that sounds like it wants to die too. like, what do i have to do, get a GoFundMe for a surprise trip to the ER?
so my doctor just told me i need surgery but guess what, my insurance said no thanks, and here i am on hold for three hours, crying into my phone like a soap opera star who forgot their lines, while this auto-generated voice serenades me with elevator music that sounds like it wants to die too. like, what do i have to do, get a GoFundMe for a surprise trip to the ER?
was at the laundromat today, just trying to find change for the machines and realized its like fifty cents to wash and then that dollar to dry and how could that even be a thing like who has two dollars to just do laundry and i remember a time when it was just a quarter and it just feels like everything is becoming this never-ending loop of trying to scrape by while the world around me keeps spinn...