Sorry about all the personal posts lately!
But I’m super excited (and exhausted) because I got a new job and I can’t wait to start working there. I honestly want to sleep but I can’t, I swear Im like a little kid when I get excited.
But it’s pretty odd that this opportunity presented itself when it did, I was going to put in my two weeks and go back to school regardless. So it worked out in the end! And yay (more) money! :D
Put the wrong date on my two weeks notice
Hopefully they’ll laugh and put the right date down. If not. Shrug idgaf
Reblog if you have met someone online that you would love to hangout with but they live too far away.
Practically everyone I follow online! I need unlimited miles to see my friends around the world
If the lights are off and i told you I close at 7, then you look at your watch, claim it is not 7 because you can’t get some coffee this late at night, I will not be nice and serve you. And I will also inform you that it is 7:02.
There is literally another store 2 minutes down the road. You will not die.
Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend’s joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a café, maybe write something you don’t hate. When this happens, you might examine your day for clues like reading tea leaves in a cup: Was it the egg for breakfast that made the difference? The three-mile run? You think, well, maybe this thing has moved on now. And you make no sudden moves for fear of attracting its abusive attention again.
But other times…
Other times, it’s as if a hole is opening inside you, wider and wider, pressing against your lungs, pushing your internal organs into unnatural places, and you cannot draw a true breath. You are breaking inside, slowly, and everything that keeps you tethered to your life, all of your normal responses, is being sucked through the hole like an airlock emptying into space. These are the times Holly Golightly called the Mean Reds.
I call it White Knuckling it.