truly sad the way adulthood kills all your hobbies. i’m lucky if i read 5 books a year. too tired to play guitar. too tired to cook beautiful meals.
we warn people not to make work their identity, but how can you not when work systematically strips away every other part of you?
Mondays are my new days off and they’re spent re-watching Jersey Shore & playing Sims 4
It makes me feel like I’m in highschool again and I’m content