the way that people are excited about the bank holidays in february makes me feel even more lost. like, why are they celebrating days off when i'm still figuring out how to take time for myself. i watch my old friends climb up the corporate ladder while i'm stuck on the same rung, wishing for just a single day without the weight of their success crushing me. sometimes i think about just quitting i...
wait, so my younger cousin literally just moved into their own flat while I am stuck living in my childhood room, dodging family questions about when I'm going to “get my act together.” it feels like February is one long reminder of my life choices. the only thing colder than the weather is the pitying looks I get during family gatherings. I mean, can you blame me for dreaming about a life where I...
it's not that i don't want to share good news. it's just that every time i mention something positive, i can feel the room shift. like, oh, sorry for being excited about my new plant thriving while you’re wrestling with your own lack of sunshine. now, i just keep my mouth shut. sometimes, i catch myself imagining the petty satisfaction of cutting them off when they ask why i’ve gone quiet. you can thank their jealousy for that.
it's not that i don't want to share good news. it's just that every time i mention something positive, i can feel the room shift. like, oh, sorry for being excited about my new plant thriving while you’re wrestling with your own lack of sunshine. now, i just keep my mouth shut. sometimes, i catch myself imagining the petty satisfaction of cutting them off when they ask why i’ve gone quiet. you can thank their jealousy for that.
i spent the entire meeting rehearsing a perfect argument in my head, and now i'm actually mad at the janitor for leaving the lights off in the bathroom. like, sorry for thinking that flicking a switch was rocket science — my entire existence feels like a dimly lit sitcom with a terrible laugh track. sometimes i wonder if all this rage is just me seeking attention because nobody notices the little ...