I kind of hope no one actually reads this (hence why I am posting here and not on a social media platform I actually use) but...
It’s pretty frustrating that I made it through most of quarantine mostly unscathed only to completely and totally fall apart now that we are actually (sort of? maybe?) moving towards some kind of recovery. Like...I am not sure that I have ever been as completely miserable as I am right now. Pretty ready to just blow up my whole life, move in with my parents, and try to find a job with the least possible amount of responsibility that I can find.

















