my boss just asked me to "hop on a quick call" at 6:47pm on a friday and I made this face. this is the face. the messy bun. the dead eyes. the hoodie that says "Overworked & Underfucked" in my home office at a desk I've been sitting at for eleven hours.
I haven't left this chair since 8am. my back hurts. my eyes are dry. I've had three coffees and no meals. the tissue box next to my monitor is there because I sneezed once in March and now it lives here. everything on this desk has given up. including me.
my friend texted "come out tonight." I'm wearing sweatpants that haven't been washed in a timeline I'm not prepared to share publicly and the last person who saw me outside this apartment was a delivery driver four days ago.
the sweatshirt says what my dating profile can't. what my therapist hinted at. and what my posture has been screaming since tuesday.
if this hoodie is your current mood raise your hand. both of them. because I know you're not using them for anything else right now












































































