It's not a good month for me, November. Around this time I start evaluating and over-analyzing my life, dragging my feet into Christmas, and missing the summer like it's a lost love.
Here is what I've figured out about my life so far:
- I'm fat.
- I need better corporate attire.
- Nobody likes me.
- I don't have sufficient energy to fix that by being over-social.
- I'm stuck at my house with a mother I can't leave because otherwise she'll end up on Hoarders.
- My brother is light-years ahead of me on the cool scale.
- My boyfriend will soon realize he's spending all his spare time listening to me whine.
- I'm going to get fired, or worse, people will forget I work here.
- My mind is a mess and I'm too lazy to clean it.
- I've developed a lifestyle that kills anything I could look forward to.
- I'm fucked.
Oh November, leave me be.
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