This should maybe just be another addendum to the last post, but: I sure am existentially tired of getting all of five minutes breathing-room to appreciate (if not necessarily enjoy) successfully tackling some necessary but exceedingly difficult thing before this one family member always, inevitably, inescapably threatens me over the things I haven’t yet accomplished. This is a fucking toxic way to live.
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