You get to your new apartment, and it’s completely empty. Though this was exactly the blank slate you were looking for, something tugs at you. The emptiness feels bigger than the apartment.
So I’ve been thinking about productivity. What it means, how it matters, and why I find myself caring about it.
How to fall out of love with people.
We don’t know how to communicate anymore. We just spit out white lies and hushed whispers. We don’t know how to be in love. Because all love has become for us, is something that ends.
It means my 9-to-5 job doesn’t have to define me. There’s quantifiably more to my story.
Everyone is on their own path. Everyone is going to have their own journey to get where they want to go. So, don’t let a number define you. Don’t ever let a number make you feel inadequate.
I don’t want a cheesy pick up line. I don’t want to be booty called. I don’t want the games. I am so, so tired of all the games. I am looking for a man to make a god damn effort.
“It’s hard to keep your head up when you can assume everyone’s talking to a bunch of other people at all times too.”
I am done. I have deleted my dating apps. I’m done trying to find love in overcrowded bars in the city. I’m done trying so hard. I’m done feeling let down.
I’m 25-years-old and, until this morning, I was having a quarter-life crisis.