Everyone I know is getting pregnant, moving to a new city, celebrating milestones.

Meanwhile, I continue to accumulate toxic relationships where I don’t learn anything and continue to live in cities far away from everyone I love.

I’ll probably die childless cause I’ve never even thought if this is something I want.

My expectations of life are still grand, but in a way as if I’m someone who will live forever even though I’m past middle-age.

I’m clueless. Have no career prospect, a series is stupid younger-than-me bosses, and hate my job.

And I’m writing this from a getaway vacation in bed with my partner while she turns her back to me while reading on the e-reader I gave her.

2025 you are quite the blessing.