I need to get this off my chest before I lose my mind. Last night. Oh my GOD. I’m still burning with humiliation. I’m doing this backpacking trip, right? A last ditch effort to feel like I’m actually *living* after months of just grinding, picking up every freelance gig I can get my hands on. So I booked this hostel in Lisbon. Seemed cool enough online. Crowded, obviously, but that’s the deal when you’re on a budget. And I actually usually like the vibe, meeting new people, whatever. Last night was a different story. I swear I never snore. Or, I didn't *think* I snored. My ex never mentioned it, and he was the type to bring up literally everything that annoyed him. So I crashed out, exhausted from a full day of walking, trying to make the most of this trip that I probably couldn't even afford. Woke up this morning feeling… okay. Then it started. One guy, Dutch maybe, comes up to me, already glaring. "Excuse me," he says, "but you were IMPOSSIBLE last night. The noise! Nobody slept. It was like a CHAINSAW." A chainsaw! Then another girl chimes in, "Yeah, seriously, you kept us up ALL NIGHT." And another one, just shaking her head, like I committed some kind of cardinal sin. I just wanted the earth to swallow me whole. I mean, I don't even — whatever. It’s not like I *chose* to snore. Do they think I was doing it on purpose? To spite them? The absolute worst part is I can't even afford to move to a private room. My bank account is already looking pretty grim after the flight and everything. So I’m stuck here, probably for another two nights, with these people who think I’m some kind of monstrous sleep disruptor. I literally went and bought earplugs, which felt like an apology I didn't want to make, and I'm still just so FUMING. At them for making me feel like garbage, at myself for being so LOUD, at the universe for this whole stupid situation. I just wanted a break, you know? Not to become the dormitory villain. This whole hustle culture thing is draining enough without being publicly shamed for something I can’t even control. God, I want to just pack up and go home, but then what? Back to the grind, probably sleeping on my friend’s couch again. So this is my life now. The Loud Snoring Girl. FANTASTIC.