nights spent crying and struggling against an invisible monster.

to the present, I would find myself gripped in a kind of deep, unexplainable fear and sadness.

good times with strangers start playing in my mind. My craving sets in and lingers on—I start to wonder if these random men that I’d met once, maybe twice, are having a blast right now, and I’ll yearn so much to have hours and hours of fun with them again. Most times as soon as I manage to snap back

Yea I know :$ I just wished that our values (of sustainability and slow living) actually align but alas! We’re living in a consumerist world

I feel like post-covid people have forgotten how to be kind, or even polite, to other people…

Huh why didn’t the bank help?? 😡