Another day, another soul-crushing exercise in existing. Tuesday, Thursday, whatever—the calendar is just a suggestion when every morning feels like a re-run of a show nobody watched in the first place. Somewhere in the abyss of the junk drawer, past the grease-soaked takeaway menus, expired coupons, and a tangle of dead cords for phones that … More Searching for purpose in the lost and found.
Just some ramblings. … More Ramblings on a Thursday
It’s like I’ve hit the snooze button a million times. I simply can’t find the motivation to crawl out of bed. Another day wasted, it seems. I reluctantly begin my day, pulling back the curtains and half-heartedly making the bed. I make a lackluster cup of tea, hoping it might somehow inject some energy into … More Nothing of significance
Is it half empty or half full? … More Glass of water
It’s already the end of July. The month flew by in the blink of an eye. Everyday feels exactly the same. And yet at the same time, some days don’t. Not old or new not middle school. Just random. The day has just begun, but I feel like I’m already done. I wanted to leave … More Another month flew by
Any tips on how to get fired? I’m open for suggestions. … More Any tips on how to get fired?
By the end of each weekend, it feels like we’ve been on a little road trip. … More A little road trip each weekend