My birthday is on Monday. 28. Usually I reflect on my birthday, where I’m at, where I’m headed etc. This year the only two thoughts I have are 1. 3 days isn’t much time to grow the fuck up 2. I’m so glad I don’t have kids
Anyone else in a weird place between wanting quarantine to end because my mental health is absolutely spiralling, but also hoping quarantine continues because I can’t imagine going back into a functioning society again right now ???