You know.....
There is something strangely sad, frightening and yet peaceful feeling about leaving all the trash behind, and just....moving on.
I can breathe.
seen from China

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You know.....
There is something strangely sad, frightening and yet peaceful feeling about leaving all the trash behind, and just....moving on.
I can breathe.
jesus i’m so tired. it’s one thing after another. an empty house on a holiday i don’t give a shit about, which is fine, but it’s another hospital visit and. man. two in one year is really scary.
i guess i feel fine otherwise but jesus fuck, this year has been an absolute atrocity and i would like it to be over already.
(mostly so i don’t have to deal with the christmas trauma.)
Today was a fuckin’ wash, alright.
You ever have one of those days where it starts off okay, then just declines almost all at once? Here’s how my day went! I got up this morning, and had anxiety eating a hole in my chest because I had an open interview to go to today. So, I after I went out to get my hair cut, shave, and eat, I spent about an hour psyching myself up so I can walk in with confidence. Now, here’s where things start going downhill. The hiring manager can’t find my application. And of course, I didn’t remember when I applied. So I give her the basics of the application, along with my references, and I walk out. I deflated as soon as my foot crossed the threshold of the building. So, from there, I get home and try to find my application so I can look up the date when I applied. No luck. Spend an hour trying to find the confirmation email. No luck. Eventually resign to reapply. Can’t fuckin’ do it because I had already applied within the last six months. At this point, I can’t even be angry, I’m just defeated and tired. On a whim, I type the name of the site I applied on into my email search, and wouldn’t you know it, the first one that pops up is my application confirmation. I’m a fucking moron. The cherry on top of the bullshit sundae is that I called the place and the hiring manager had left about ten minutes before I called. What a fucking mess of a day this has been. Hooray!
Wow...
Ok so I had an amazing day today celebrating chinese new year in Chinatown and then my good mood was ruined when I came home to see Lyon lose and Madrid draw, thanks guys.