from all the picklocks of biographers

-can’t financially leave house despite attempting to leave fiancé so i’m juggling like two separate lives and im miserable in my own house

-fiancé niece moving into our house against my wishes, into the room i’m staying in so im trying to figure out where to cram all my things in another room. it’s going great.

-meanwhile fell in love with a boy should be ducking happy but he who makes loads less money than me and has like no family support so it’s just been me and him against the world it feels like but we can’t even fucking gET AWAY because

-meanwhile my dads been in the hospital a week because if a bad hernia surgery and they’re kicking him out for the nursing home i think tomorrow? so im tryin i pack his things because my mom is useless and while im moving my things i have to move his things and so ive been driving to the hospital and home and back multiple times a day while somehow also working. communication has been abysmal

-speaking of communication work is downright awful love to be totally ignored but expected to function. also our busiest time of year and despite numerous times of me explaining it and creating an instructions document, i am still The Only Person who can do my job. ALSO we’re in a temporary office so cold i wear a blanket all day and we’ll have to move back in three weeks back to my tiny cubicle from a nice frigid office. MORE moving.

- no one fucking asks how i’m doing they just expect me to carry on.

-now is everyone caught up. does it make sense that maybe i’m only struggling to keep up on one form of social media because it’s the oNE OLD PEOPLE USE and i need to cOMMUNICATE with my family and maintain some sort of status who so the vultures don’t start circling. haven’t you noticed most of my posts being about the stupidity of work. my boss reads those it’s great.

of all the fucking days. kick a girl while she’s down why don’t you.