i don’t write much here, but this week has been particularly awful, so the feelings are flowing. the thing is that when i speak my feelings out loud, i tend to sound like a whiney loser. the truth is, though, that it’s really fucking hard to be a single, 25 year old woman, taking care of herself. mom and dad don’t pay for anything. nobody is here to cook dinner or carry my groceries up two flights of stairs or empty the garbage or say “how was your day?”. yes, i live with one of my best friends, but i’m lucky to see her for 20 min a day because she too is living the glorious struggle of being a twenty-something. there are plenty of people to say “don’t worry, you have time to find love/go to school (again)/get a great job/save for a new car/go on that fabulous vacation, etc. etc. etc., but few say anything about how remarkable it is that i find the strength to wake up each morning and face the day alone.