~*JUNE*~
Great. It’s Monday… again.
The weekend slipped by in a blur, and now the weight of the workweek settles over me like a heavy, damp blanket.
I wish every day could be a weekend.
Mondays are the worst.
It’s not just that work starts again—it’s the crowded roads, the frantic energy of the city, and the relentless traffic that makes everything feel like a race I’m already losing.
I almost arrived late to work today.
The narrow miss leaves my heart hammering against my ribs.
I really need to start getting up earlier to catch the train or the bus.
Using cabs every time is becoming far too expensive, and I need to be strict with my savings for my new apartment.
Ugh… life as an adult is exhausting.
Nobody warns you about the constant, grinding pressure of just existing when you
