suicide? appreciating the good moments of the day without thinking about the wider hell you’re in, somehow?
I did that at 20. I had three part-time (ohai Calgary) jobs at one point, trying to perpetuate this schooling habit.
So tired. At 20 I was failing to exist. I can’t imagine that now.
Cow town has no chill. I’m tempted to take on another job, but right now I only have one day completely off and it’s just. Not. Enough. Time.
Like, I have to decide each week how much cleaning gets done or if I’m making food that week. There isn’t enough time to do cleaning and shopping, and I’m busy most days 10am-1am between work and school, assuming I sleep 7 hours a night.