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Writer's pictureCarley LaBelle

Sad Cat Girl


Okay, I'm about to say it...I don't care that you broke your elbow.

Nah, just kidding. What I was about to say is that I'm unemployed. There! I said it! It's out there! Maybe if I put it into the universe something amazing will happen. That's a totally good and appropriate strategy on finding a career, I think.

Honestly at this point I have no idea what I want to do with my life, to the point where I've been applying to any job. Even jobs that have pretty high requirements. Now I'm not going to lie, I don't have a Bachelor's Degree in diddly squat, but I applied to a couple few jobs that required something that. Because I mean, you never know. Once again another great thinking startegy.

I always bounce back and forth from "I'm a piece of shit" *applies for Junior Gum Scrapper*, and "I am an intelligent, beautiful, capable human being" *applies for Senior Executive Football playing King in Space... with a mustache*. And that's not like, day by day, that's like, minute by minute. (Holy that was a shit-ton of comas, I hate that). Anyways, my mindset can switch at the drop of a dime...Drop of a hat? A pin? I mean what is the fucking line? I don't know, it doesn't matter. It's 1am now and I had a coffee at 10pm so I might as well "try" and sleep. Sleeping at night hasn't really been my thing lately, but it's a learning curve. Or something that doesn't make me sound like such a loser. An insomniac loser.

Welp I think I'm going to end it here. Send me inspiring thoughts, peace and love. Or just keep those thoughts to yourself if you really need them. I need them more, but whatever. To each their own.

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