I’m exhausted from screaming inside.
I’m so empty. I’m just so sad and empty and alone and without purpose and ready for my time to be done.
I feel like houseplants are the final level of adulting that I can’t beat… like there is no consensus anywhere on how to succeed, for instance
Website 1: “brown leaves are a sign of under watering”
Website 2: “brown leaves are a sign of over watering”
Website 3: “Plantodilius plantum is popular bc it’s easy to care for”
Website 4: “Plantodilius plantum is super finicky and needs special growing conditions”
Website 5: “Deathus plantus will murder any cat who breathes near it”
Website 6: “Deathus plantus might make your cat a little pukey if they eat the entire trunk”
Maybe one day I will stop feeling so insecure and scared?
My coffee mug gives me life. ⚡️
I really, really need to get out of corporate.
what if I could do something else? What if I could flip houses or
there’s gotta be something I could do where I can have my own schedule, not talk to people, and make a little money.
or maybe not, otherwise everyone would be doing it…
but they suck you in with benefits and 401k and flex scheduling and it’s not like your 20s where those things don’t seem to matter… when you’re 35 they fucking matter.
so I’ll just keep breathing I guess.
I’m so tired of spending my life debating whether to end it