Going to go “work” tomorrow at an empty Market Basket, just so they don’t find an excuse to fire me. Because I need at least some form of meagre income.
Struggling to find a “real job” in a career I’m not even sure I’m cut out to work in and not look like a mooching failure.
My first student loan payment is due in 2 weeks and I literally have no idea how I’m going to pay it.
Trying to pretend everything is ok, and like even waking up isn’t a major struggle when I’m depressed, and having an existential crisis at 23.Drowning myself in tv, books, and food to try to escape any semblance of real life/all of these things.
And my cat’s been missing since Saturday.
Living the dream.