that feeling when you send an old friend an email just to check in since you haven’t heard from them in a while and get a two-pager back telling you about their exciting life full of travel and fun things and can’t quite bring yourself to email back to report that you’ve been working. And working. And going to work, and sleeping a bit here and there, and wondering where the fuck you went wrong that they’re doing well for themselves and you’re stuck in a 9-5 that feels like it’s sucking the life out of you day by day.
- Tagged
- and my useless fucking brother can't possibly be counted on
- because funds are tight enough as is
- because I shouldn't have to be the family bank
- but of course that's not an option
- even just for a few weeks
- I honest to god feel trapped
- I'd give fucking anything to get the hell out of here
- idk I'm just not ok today
- just a month to feel like I have some kind of life
- just get the hell out and leave them to fend for themselves
- or the messenger owl bc they won't pick up the phone and talk to each other
- or the negotiator
- part of me just wants to find a job outside this wretched fucking country
- personal
- that doesn't revolve around scratching out a living
- which means that I have to be available for emergencies
Published by flintsredhair
30, She/her. Used to be DreamingPagan a long time back. Multi-fandom, mostly Black Sails these days but with a lot of Tolkien and funny things interspersed. Complete language and history nerd - be warned. I write fic and occasionally I talk about ships. View all posts by flintsredhair
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