“oh, i’m sorry, i thought you were a student.”
i am. thanks for assuming i wouldn’t officially work here because of it.
i’m behind the circ desk, of course i work here.
I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.
maybe the sun doesn’t want to be called “hot”. maybe it wants to be called “beautiful”. think before you speak
what a shitty week it’s been. at least i have wine to look forward to tonight….
i’m so tired of mondays and chem lab and making silly mistakes because i feel like i don’t belong there anymore and feeling lost for thinking “if i don’t get a chemistry associates i won’t get a pharm tech job and i won’t be able to make money and support myself enough to move out” and then i second guess going into teaching and i just end up feeling all around shitty.
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