You HAVE to enjoy life after you get off work or you gone feel like you slaving away. Like PLEASE go have drinks on a random Wednesday. YES do that beach picnic too. That’s right, go practice pottery on a Tuesday evening. That go to work, go home, go to work, go home shit is 0/10
You know what’s so crazy to me… like really fcks with me… I’ve fallen out with friends, like bitches that I loved and woulda given the shirt off of my back… && I dead ass never did anything to these people. I asked my old friend one day when we were getting into it “what did I ever do to you?” Of course she couldn’t give me an answer. Nobody can ever give me an answer when I ask this question. Then when I see old pics in my phone of us, it hits harder cause I can think back to that day and how much fun we had. Then all I can think is, bitches are performative and never fckn liked me for real.
Ahhhh the plight of having a terrible mother but having to entertain her bc that’s the only Mother you have.
I wish freedom on those who have to suffer like this man