Alright, Still

I’m on tumblr, listening to a spicy Western audiobook, watching the Pacers vs Knicks, Game 2. Maybe the first time all week I’ve felt a little peace. Writing this is making me want to journal but to be honest I’m a little afraid to. I’ve been living in my head for weeks, almost months on head. To empty it all out sounds stressful. I’ll get around to it.

I hate love these braids. The parts took me forever and they still ended up being trash. But I am obsessed with the pearly pink beads and the length. It’s like this boy, I hate him and think about how I would break up with him but then I love him at the same time. Ugh. Je suis scrambled.

queue “Good Love” by Anita Baker

So my work crush and I admitted our attraction to each other the other night. I guess we’d both been pretending to hate each other this whole time. For context, it’s been over a year. Who would’ve thought!? My life is still a movie!

Seasonal depression hit early this year and whew it’s knocking me about. I’m tired of New York egos and culture. I miss the realness of people back home in Detrojt. So many people here are trying to save face but for what?? Everyone looks good and appears to be doing cool shit but has nothing actually going on in their heads. This shit is wack.

I can’t go to Greece for this wedding because I didn’t get a new passport in time. 58% my fault because of poor planning, 42% the state of this post-pandemic economy. Wtf do I do with this bridesmaid dress…Anyway, I’m taking myself to dinner in the city tonight to compensate and cope.