13,438 Days Alive
I spent most of today miserable. Snuck off to cry more than once.
I literally can’t get into why right now, but sufficiently stated: I am under a lot of stress right now.
I’ve put in over one hundred and fifty job applications. A third have rejected me while another twenty or so just ghosted on me.
Five interviews. Statistically speaking, that’s one every thirty apps. I’m trying not to get disappointed.
My stomach hurts. And my chest. I had to go to the urgent care. Apparently the muscle in the center of my chest is inflamed/strained? I must has slept wrong. But basically, I thought I was having a heart attack.
On top of everything else going on, it just sent me into a spiral.
Cleo came over to try and chill me out. We went to dinner and I managed to not break down crying over our meal.
Anyway, I have a lot of work to do tomorrow. I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 