For reasons I will never understand, the more burned out and exhausted I am, the more attractive I seem to be? I was seething with rage and exhaustion all day, and I got hit on by every weird uncle, and made this early-20s queer in a shop blush and tell me when they were off ( by commiserating on shared holiday music hatred).
There I am, hair a mess, sweaty, basically ready to sleep on the floor - and hot as fuck apparently.
I'm sure this sounds like a humblebrag but when you're about ready to murder anyone who talks to you, people being more motivated to approach you (and say weird shit) is /not/ a fave
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