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Days are passing and nobody cares that there is no future
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Days are passing and nobody cares that there is no future
The all mood best music ever, I use it for sleep study work shower and whatnot, hands down to the creator
Thoughts going down in 🌀
Finally feels good to share something with the world, happy to be part of this.
I am angry as I am not able to say no to my senior when she asks me to share my work with her and then she presents it and takes full credit. I want to shout and say nooooooooo. but being a junior and my personality I ca…
Haven't been able to for two weeks. It was the pharmacy, not scary, but still. Counts.
Not all the time. Just when there's a red dot. Tried deep breaths, tried closing the app. Mind keeps reopening it.
Four years here. Never missed a payment. This is the 'reward'. Typing this with my fists clenched.
Didn't plan to. Just couldn't sit. Half-done now and I don't know where anything is. Why do I do this.
Was fine all day. Then a song played in the cab. Now I'm composing myself in a bathroom. Grief is so weird.
Which felt like I wasn't doing it right. Then she said that was the point. I walked home slow.
Used to at least cry. Now it's just flat. Food tastes like nothing. Anyone been here? What helped you feel again?
Herb pot on the windowsill. Stupid small. But I watered it this morning and felt something shift.
Kindle says I'm 12% in on all of them. Nothing is landing. My attention is a fly.
Greed speaking, I wanted the resume lines. Now I owe everyone something and I don't think I can deliver any of it well.
Forgot he was still in that group. Closed the app so fast. Re-opened it to scroll anyway. Why do I do that.
I keep making lists and losing them. Everything feels equally urgent which means nothing gets started.
And I know if I say something I'm the dramatic one. I'm tired of being the low-maintenance friend.
Usually that's the release valve. Today even that isn't working. Sitting with a blank page for 20 minutes now.
Fine at the ceremony. Hard at the reception when the band played slow songs and couples stood up. Hid in the garden with cake.
Can't sit still. Can't focus on a show. Can't read more than a paragraph. My brain wants a task my body won't accept.
Not anxious, just alert. Like my system refuses to power down. Third night this week. Anyone know this one?
I don't know where to start. Each one feels like a small debt. Been opening and closing the tab all day.
Every time I put the phone down my chest tightens like there's a deadline hiding in there. Six days in a row of this. Anyone else unable to properly log off?
All customer-facing so I can't just slip any of them. Haven't had a proper lunch in three days. My shoulders won't come down.
She would have called at exactly 7am like every year. Staring at the phone all morning knowing it won't ring. Writing this instead of pretending I'm okay.
Not sad about it exactly, more like noticing it. The restaurant staff recognise me now which feels like both progress and not.
We still call every Sunday. It's not the same as someone who knows which cafe I'm at. I didn't expect that gap to widen this much.
Third time this week. A year ago I couldn't even buy groceries. Writing this so future-me sees the arc.
Three decisions made, all of which could've been an email. That was my afternoon. I'm so done with this team.
I keep practicing my answers out loud and then forgetting them. It's a role I actually want which somehow makes the fear worse. Breathing through it rn.
Lying here mentally re-sorting tomorrow's tasks. Anyone got a trick for quieting the loop long enough to sleep?
Started at 4pm today instead of evening. Is this just what life is now? Looking for anyone who's found a way to blunt the dread.
The universe is testing me this week. If anyone has a calendar hack for multi-front weeks I'm all ears.
20 years of this and somehow it still ruins a whole evening. I know better than to react. I reacted.
Nobody notices because it's quiet. 20 seconds, dab eyes, back to desk. Is this a sustainable coping mechanism? I know the answer.
Not because I didn't want to say something. Nothing I thought of felt interesting enough to share. So I just watched.