“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
I’m going to Paris.
OH MY GOD. Amanda is coming to Paris. I am so fucking excited.
I just applied to like 4 jobs in fashion retail using a ridiculous and badly written (I feel like my French writing skills are shit today) cover letter about how working in fashion retail is akin to a creative job because you can help people build their personas through clothing (I was alluding to Baudelaire’s theory of the dandy), and that as a writer I truly appreciate this form of building a character and the style is the expression of the self and I want to people make art out of themselves. Hahahahha The more desperate I become the more absurd and probably less effective do my applications become.
Ugh, I really, really need a job but it’s so rainy and gray here today and I just want to read and watch films.