No, it’s not about you. It’s about me. Because it’s me who always cribs about her job (especially her boss). It’s me who always cribs about the chaos and struggle in her daily life. It’s me who feels disappointed, drained, and exhausted most of the time because of the daily hustle and bustle. It’s me who feels adulting sucks most of the time. I even crib for about half an hour if I find something…