My therapist recommended journaling to process my emotions.

So I started a bullet journal dedicated entirely to why I hate journaling.

My company scheduled a mandatory 'brainstorming session' on improving work-life balance.

I was too burnt out to even show up to a meeting about having more time.

I asked my landlord if I could renew my lease.

He said, 'Sure, your new rent is now equivalent to a modest kidney donation.'

I've been trying to afford a house, but it seems like the only thing I can actually buy is avocado toast