Day 6 of 7. In a row. From 12p to 930ish I'm on my feet. Walking to work, working retail, walking home. The only times I sit down are bathroom breaks.

By the time I'm home I'm too burnt out to do anything past scrolling and watching YouTube. Yesterday I watched Multiplicity and that was nice.

Weekends are worse. I want to go out and buy myself something nice as a treat but then I also just wanna stay in my apt all day and recuperate. But if I sit around and do nothing it feels like I "wasted" my days off.

Don't grow up, kids. I'm 38 & feel like an old crone.

I literally cannot fathom having kids. Caring for my two cats exhausts me. I want to come home and be cared for and let someone else handle the mental load for a change because I am fucking exhausted with living y'all. It's all just so, so much. All the time.