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i don’t even know where to start anymore. it just feels like everything is burning and the people at the top are too busy sipping wine and patting each other on the back to even notice. like seriously… do they not see us? do they not see the way people are barely hanging on? rent is half a paycheck, groceries are a luxury, and g## forbid you get sick — you’ll end up with a hospital bill that follows you to the grave.
and the people in charge? they just talk. that’s all they ever do. press conferences, photo ops, fancy speeches while we’re out here trying to figure out if we can afford fckin toilet paper this month. and when people complain, they say we’re lazy or entitled or dramatic. like bro, no. we’re exhausted. we’re overworked. we’re constantly being gaslit by a system that was never built to...Read Full Rant
I’m sick of people oversharing at work. I have clinical PTSD for a myriad of reasons that I don’t want to share. It doesn’t need to be personal. I like making friends outside of work.
Leave me the f### alone. I’m doing my best, but I could always go on disability if that really tickles your fancy. I’ve been hospitalized twice now.
#mentalhealth #work #career
How is it possible to feel heartbreak over someone you never even dated? Like bro, we shared memes, not vows. Calm down, heart.
I hit snooze 9 times this morning and still had the audacity to be mad at the clock.
Why do I always have to initiate plans? I could literally die and no one would notice until I stop liking their posts.
I paid $6 for a bag of grapes and they tasted like wet sadness. At this point I should just eat my bills and call it fiber.
I'm not antisocial, I just hate 95% of everyone and the other 5% don't text back.
Why does no one ever talk about how soul-shattering it is when friends outgrow you like you were a phase?