was sitting in the break room and someone casually mentioned that my favorite lunch spot is "not that great" and now i can’t stop thinking about it. like, why do i even bother picking anything if people are just gonna tear it down like that.
sitting here scrolling through my contacts and realizing there is literally no one i can reach out to for a laugh or a rant or just to vent and it hits me how heavy that loneliness is, like some kind of thick fog that just won't lift, you know?
why does no one think about the kid's birthday party that's just weeks away while i am scrambling to find somewhere for us to live? it feels like all i get is bad options and everyone keeps acting like it should be easy to figure out.
why does no one think about the kid's birthday party that's just weeks away while i am scrambling to find somewhere for us to live? it feels like all i get is bad options and everyone keeps acting like it should be easy to figure out.
cleaned off one tiny corner of my desk today and convinced myself i deserve a medal for that while also realizing i could probably write a book on all the things ive procrastinated on for months.