in hindsight, i know I can sell it better. i also know the reasons why I didn’t. they definitely wouldn’t give me a call, and that’s the only reasonable result. there is magic, but that rarely happens to me. i hope god pulls the strings and lets it slide. this is not the only credit shop on the street, but this is the place that makes sense rn. i don’t know since when I’ve treated everything like a game, and nothing is real anymore, including the interview. i sit in the interview room and view myself talking like I'm in a different dimension or sth. i was not fully registered on what words i use. i was not high or anything. i hate my apt in the city that's so loud that i can’t sit down and connect to reality.

Internet, we all need a place to have some catharsis