Anyone else get filled with absolute dread and anxiety every Sunday night? It's been getting worse lately. Every Sunday afternoon around 3 or 4pm I hit this wall of terrifying fear and stress. I contemplate where my weekend went, where the last 10 years of my life went since graduating. Wondering if there's ever a way out.
Fuck, guys.
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I have good news wagie. There is a way out. The only exit for being a wagie. I think there's a poem that's been going around here somewhere.
literally me every day
It's been 4 years since I graduated and it really doesn't feel like it's been that long.
Just do some blow and fuck some sluts faggot
Don't worry user, it only gets worse.
The days are long, but the weeks are short. And the weeks bleed into months and the months into years. Before long you'll probably do the normie thing and settle down with a half-decent woman (if you're lucky) and have those 2.5 kids, white picket fence, after-school activities, once-a-year vacation to the mountains 2 hours from you. Soon the kids will be off to college, your hair long gone, life will have just passed you by, leaving you wondering if there was another way, if it could have all turned out differently.
Take xanax every morning before work
Ive always hated sundays for as long as i can remember
same
I have always hated and will continue to hate August.