Old. Embarrassed. Emotional.
Do I struggle with myself forever or does it eventually get better.
Is there ever a time in life that life makes sense and will I ever stop bitching about it.
Will I ever feel worth this life.
Will I ever feel like I don’t want to cry on the daily.
Really truly just want to implode into myself and fast forward through all of his mid-life coronavirus, menopause shit that makes me feel like I never want to talk again and basically am just taking up space.
There’s the thoughts after the hot flash.