even just for a few weeks

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.