Move out. Do your thing. You can do this.
I am slowly losing hope. What is this thing called adulthood?
I’ve been alone for hours now. I haven’t spoken. Instead, I have found myself completing a project in hopes that I will feel better.
I don’t. I’m seriously the crazy cat lady who is snuggling with a kitten on the couch.
Stress is weighing on my shoulders. Money this. Money that. Money. It’s all about the freaking money. I’ve lost friends doing what I need to do. I’ve accepted that surviving is my goal and I have to prove to myself that I can do this.
My past failures are not what is happening now. I can do this. If lonely nights on my couch with my snuggle kitten is what it takes, then so be it.
I’m losing my mind.