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My dad called me to remind me it's been like 10 years since I took my first driving test. That didn't make me sad until now.
I guess I should be happy that I'm currently making less money than I made when I was in high school (thanks America) after spending countless thousands of dollars on a degree that seems worthless at the moment because it's impossible to find a job without useless connections.
Or maybe I should be happy that I'm sitting in Ohio for no apparent reason, but I don't particularly want to go anywhere else either because it's too much trouble to figure something else out.
Or I guess I should be really happy that I've become a bitter, unhappy person who is never satisfied with anything but never wants to try too hard to change my circumstances, because it seems that those who deserve it least always get ahead of me somehow.
The thing I should be happiest about is that I, for no reason that I understand, push my husband away when he just tries to be with me or understand what I'm feeling, then I get mad at him for not pushing back. But if he did push back I'd get mad that he wouldn't leave me alone.
Thanks, life, for the birthday...and the fact that it seems every birthday from here forward will be worse than the one before it.
I guess I should be happy that I'm currently making less money than I made when I was in high school (thanks America) after spending countless thousands of dollars on a degree that seems worthless at the moment because it's impossible to find a job without useless connections.
Or maybe I should be happy that I'm sitting in Ohio for no apparent reason, but I don't particularly want to go anywhere else either because it's too much trouble to figure something else out.
Or I guess I should be really happy that I've become a bitter, unhappy person who is never satisfied with anything but never wants to try too hard to change my circumstances, because it seems that those who deserve it least always get ahead of me somehow.
The thing I should be happiest about is that I, for no reason that I understand, push my husband away when he just tries to be with me or understand what I'm feeling, then I get mad at him for not pushing back. But if he did push back I'd get mad that he wouldn't leave me alone.
Thanks, life, for the birthday...and the fact that it seems every birthday from here forward will be worse than the one before it.