- I had to quit my job 271 days ago.
- I have not had a single break from my little boy for 273 days.
- I have not had more than 10 in-person conversations with people outside of my home - all but 2 of those were with doctor-type people - in way more than 271 days.
- I have not been needed to actually do anything in 271 days.
- I have not gotten to get my fucking hair cut professinoally in 780 days.
- I haven't seen my sister in 293 days.
I barely remember these stupid days as they pass. They generally mean nothing. They are just things to look back on and feel remorse about the wasted time, and then I stop thinking about it. I have accepted this shit, but the anger wells up sometimes.
I have no life.
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