Heartbreak is one thing (or a million little things)

Call me a pessimist, but life won't stop giving me lemons. At this point, I could set up a lemonade stall with the stock I’ve got (still a better career prospect than what I’m doing now). Can we all just accept that life has been kinda… shitty?

Disclaimer: This post is going to be a downer, so if you have fun Saturday night plans, stop reading now and go do your thing. ;)

It’s impossible not to get your heart broken. Whether it’s over a person, a job, or simply a feeling you were chasing. Sometimes, all of it hits you at once, and damn it, you’re screwed. It starts with never wanting to leave your bed and ends with crying your eyes out at 3 a.m. If this heartbreak is about love, then good luck; the repercussions are ten times worse.

But why does sad girl season seem never-ending? Not to be a negative Nellie, but do we, as a generation, actually have anything to look forward to? Old-school love is out, situationships are in. Writing letters and reading are out, doomscrolling is in. Doing one job is out, juggling multiple income streams is in. Nothing is predictable anymore, and that’s terrifying.

So what do we do? We learn to be okay. I often feel like I cannot catch a break, but then I look around. Everyone’s heart has been broken, and we’re all fighting battles. There’s an odd, unsettling comfort in knowing I’m not the only one. If sad girl season is here to stay, let’s make it a team sport ;)