I hate coming home from vacation from a nice 5 star hotel, a brand new rental car, catered meals bc of the wedding, no work for 5 days, to my shitty apartment that most likely has mold and the drywall is crumbling, my 2005 ford that's on its last legs, the hard water full of minerals that means the tub gets full of sediment and soap and weighs down my hair, and my job that's difficult and exhausting.
I wish I was that kind of pretty and knew the right people to marry rich enough so I don't have to work again 🥺















