It’s That Time Of Year To Say No To The Salvation Army.

very fucked up how being on your phone for hours on end actually makes you feel like shit. I deserve to endlessly consume media to my heart’s content

At this point, I know I am just screaming into the void by posting this. The probability that more than three or four people will actually read this rant/diatribe is slim!

I have been working on an assignment at work for going on three days, and have yet to finish it. It might be more accurate to say that I have been researching for the assignment for 3 days, and really writing/drafting for three hours total. Why haven’t I made more progress you ask? Oh, it’s just because of my anxiety, Dyslexia, OCD, imposter syndrome, burnout, skill regression, and brain fog! No big deal, (sarcasm)!

Sometimes, it feels I’m slowly loosing myself.

interviewer: can you explain this gap in your resume?

me: mhm so that’s called a lacuna. it refers to when manuscripts have missing parts, lost to time. for example, the epic of gilgamesh has

ghost dog

Maomao: Not to worry. I have a permit.

Court lady: This just says, "Maomao can do what she wants" with master Jinshi signature.

fuck it, reblog to give the person you rb'ed this from a freshly baked buttery croissant.

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