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Appreciation: day 47 of convincing myself it’s okay to care more about my job than they care a…

ok but I just realized my Spotify Wrapped looks like a diary of my most pathetic nights. It’s filled with moody instrumentals for when I sit alone at home, crying into my chips, and those weird ambient tracks that I play to drown out the silence when I’m supposed to be working. I’ve got hundreds of names saved in my contacts but can't find anyone to call to tell them I’m just lonely, which feels a...

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day 47 of convincing myself it’s okay to care more about my job than they care about me. my boss casually mentioned 'transitioning' last week like we weren’t knee-deep in every unnecessary meeting together. meanwhile, I sat in front of my computer, fully engrossed in the live updates about ซานเฟรซเซ ฮิโรชิม่า while half of me wished for their glory in battle to somehow mirror my own wasted effort here. funny how they’ll send me packing for a cold stranger in a week, yet I stayed glued, praying someone would notice how hard I tried. #

day 47 of convincing myself it’s okay to care more about my job than they care about me. my boss casually mentioned 'transitioning' last week like we weren’t knee-deep in every unnecessary meeting together. meanwhile, I sat in front of my computer, fully engrossed in the live updates about ซานเฟรซเซ ฮิโรชิม่า while half of me wished for their glory in battle to somehow mirror my own wasted effort here. funny how they’ll send me packing for a cold stranger in a week, yet I stayed glued, praying someone would notice how hard I tried. #

the way that everyone is losing their minds over this brawl reminds me of how i spiral over the smallest things. like, i imagine dramatic scenarios at work, where everyone turns on each other and it’s like a reality show that i didn't sign up for. i’ll be sitting at my desk, convinced my coworker is plotting my downfall over a report, while the real drama is just me obsessively refreshing the grou...