Today’s adventure: existential despair
I just kind of thought I’d be more
I didn’t think every day would be the same miserable struggle, the same desperate wish for a weekend that’s always too short
I feel like I’m in high school again only this time I have to pay for everything
I have enough nightmares about my dad that he might as well be here
My brother has his own house and he works from home and apparently his live-in girlfriend has just stopped working and everything looks clean and perfect all the time and he has so much money
And my job sucks me dry and kills me more everyday and I live in a shitty apartment that I struggle and struggle to keep up with and my cat has fleas and I shouldn’t even have the cat and my eye is broken and I can’t pay for it and I just
Thought I was going to be more
But I feel like anonymous fat childish burdensome garbage that no one takes seriously or wants
