Shoutout to adulthood for giving me responsibilities but not the emotional stability needed to handle them.

It’s 11 PM and I’ve realised something important: I don’t actually want much in life. Just someone to talk nonsense with, laugh about nothing, maybe complain about our day… basically everything HR says is “unprofessional.”

Meanwhile all I have is my ceiling fan, who’s honestly tired of my monologues.

If you’re awake and also questioning your entire existence… relatable.... Hi!!