Between mother’s day in two weeks (whyyyy is it a thing?), and the sudden influx of assholes-with-strollers, and pregnant people EVERYWHERE… current status:
I’m tired of feeling unaccepted and invalid and broken because my existence flies in the face of what is accepted and “normal”. But for the life of me, I can’t write anything coherent. I’m just grumpy and angry and there’s too much of everyone and everything.
Can I live in Seattle already?