Heading to that 'nostalgic' spot, gotta meet the gang. Hair, I guess I'll try… whatever. What ancient rags am I pulling out tonight? Footwear? Just whatever doesn't totally wreck my feet. This sad bag again? Oh, and *nails*. Yeah, right.

Okay, so I found my partner's old Insta, like, from ten years ago, when they were twenty. And it's... just *not* them. Such a wildly different vibe. Kinda incompatible with, you know, everything. But deep down, people don't really change, do they? Pretty sure I just ruined my own day.

So, I invited this single mom – you know, the one with the boyfriend – to a kid-friendly lunch. She shows up, right? In *his* car. And she's all, 'Nah, the kids are staying with grandma and grandpa, so I'm actually gonna bail. No kids, so I'm just hanging with my man today.' And …

Only time I'm genuinely happy is when I'm dead to the world. Kinda sad, right?

Look, I don't care *why*. But last-minute ditchers? They're the absolute bottom of the barrel for me. Seriously. Not hanging out with 'em, not inviting 'em. Ever again. Nope.

You see people, right? No friends their own age. Like, not even someone born the *exact* same year? Yeah. You just... you kinda get it. It's never a good look.

I'm so utterly wiped, but gotta pretend I'm not a zombie 24/7, just in case *they* pop up. Like, at the konbini or something. The constant pressure to be 'cute' is actually soul-crushing.

Man, just existing is this constant, miserable grind. The same suffering, day in, day out. If it's always gonna be like this, honestly, I wish I'd just never showed up.

Man, life's on hard mode. Can't even say it out loud, I'd just be... *done*. But compared to everyone my age, the crap I'm lugging? It's too damn heavy, I'm about to get flattened.

Sick of being yanked around by my own damn feelings. Can't I just... unplug them?

So, it’s confirmed then. The dirty. They clocked it, huh? Or just hid it 'cause they knew I saw? Doesn't even matter. The thing that was right there, a second ago? Now it's gone. Poof. So yeah. It's solid now. Which means,

Ugh, finally getting back all the shit I gave up for the whole marriage and baby thing. My time, my hobbies, you know, looking halfway decent.

Gonna try one more time. If it's just gonna make me feel like shit again, I'm done. Only went 'cause of that stupid crush I had for... you know, *them*.