AITA

I’m tired of my own thoughts today, and it’s hard for me to imagine anyone being interested in them. I just can’t conceive of having to drag my ass around for another thirty years. No, I’m not suicidal. I’m just sick of myself. Bored, discontent, amazed that everything costs so much. Yesterday I bought two bags of those pretzel nuggets at Target that Max likes so much and they were $4.98 each. What? Pretzels? A bag of pretzels should cost about a buck. I don’t understand anything anymore.

When did it all stop making sense? I guess that’s a tiny bit overdramatic, but I feel like life has lost all predictability. I wish I knew how I was going to feel in the morning when I wake up. Whether it’s going to be a good day or a bad day. I don’t feel like I have any control over it.

Maybe I’m just being an asshole. Should I write to Reddit, asking Am I The Asshole because I cannot break out of this funk after my daughter woke up dead? Probably they would reject my submission. I wrote in to AITA a few years ago about a situation with Max that was bothering me, and the moderators told me my post was not compelling and specific enough, and they get so many posts that they have to limit the group to the really spicy ones. So apparently I’m a failure at assholery too? Figures.