i'm at a bar

you must see a lot of people working in a place like this. a lot of first dates, a lot of laughter, a lot of life. stuff you don’t see when you’re trapped in your apartment staring at a screen wishing you were dead. 

the irony is that you’re sitting here right now, in this bar, staring at a screen wishing you were dead. 

i have too much pride to work in the service industry. i know that being in a physical servant position would make me feel terrible and chip away at any confidence i’ve spent years curating.