spent all morning apartment hunting, writing e-mails, phoning a potential landlady... *melts into a puddle*
send some good vibes my way to find something/ someone willing to rent to me despite me A) not being rich and B) trying to move across the country and not able to show up in person spontaneously and on a whim.
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literally how is it even legal for companies to give zero indication of salary on job listings I am incapable of going on indeed without feeling immediate rage over this
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also wanna say thank you to those being patient with me and my slow ass self with writing… I’m trying to write as much as I can but it’s hard to find the motivation with work weighing me down so much (;_;)+ the holiday seasons been so busy for me… but im hoping stuff will cool down after and it’ll get better. I’m also actively looking for another job that I hope will be less physically draining so that I’ll feel better lol
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therapy tomorrow i didn't hit my quota for my "homework"
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Hello sorry it’s so late my day was chaotic! I’m so excited for you to have gotten lots of writing done last week! Congrats! Seeing my sister was great; the drive wasn’t too bad, about four hours there and I added an hour on the way back to drop my best friend off. We mainly just hung out—made a charcuterie board and watched a movie, which was perfect! How is your week going this week?
Also, baby Jean please? 🤍🤍🤍
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Jean didn't hear his grandparents' reassurances. He didn't register anything other than the pounding of his blood in his veins and in his ears as he saw Amélie's teary eyes. He wanted to shield his sister from all the pain she was feeling, even though he knew that there was nothing he could actually do to protect her from such emotions.
Instead, he went to his sister and pulled her into his arms, tucking her head onto his shoulder and holding her tight as he fought back his own tears.
He had accepted that his parents would never care about him the way he knew parents were supposed to. He had accepted that he was never going to be more than a passing thought in his parents' minds. Jean knew he wasn't anything particularly special. He wasn't a perfect student. Hell, he was a barely-passable student. He was shoddy at best when it came to the piano, and he was even shorter than average. In fact, the only time Jean felt adequate was when he was fencing, or riding horses with his sisters, or even in ballet class.
MASTERPOST
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