The crumpled note on my desk from my midnight self, asking my daytime self if it's all worth it
I woke up this morning and found this fucking note I wrote myself last night. Who does this shit? I was pissed when I saw it but then I realized, maybe my midnight self has a point. What the fuck am I doing with my life? Working for some NGO that doesn't even appreciate me? I'm 27 years old and still living in my father's apartment. This isn't how it was supposed to be.