Don’t say it. Ever since the first time I saw you, I have felt everything for you. And all this time, you will memorate (?) about how you feel about me and I get that you can’t be the guy who says how he feels. But Jackson is. And I can be happy with him. I will be happy, Elijah. So whatever you say to me, please don’t say it.
Applying for jobs is the fucking worst! How do people manage to do this and not cry into someone’s shoulder every night? This is not hyperbole. It is soul crushing fucking awfulness. Someone just give me a job because I’m intelligent and willing. Like applying to the fucking Gap and you can’t apply for a “job” it’s a “career”. I don’t want a fucking career in retail.
I want to help marginalized people and I also want to be able to pay rent. Why must those two things be mutually exclusive?