literally just found out that while half my team was laid off—my workload doubled like it was the summer sale of my anxiety. at this point, the only vacation I am ever going on is the bioluminescent bay in puerto rico—where the glow will definitely match my existential dread. if I go, it’ll just be me, a thousand regrets, and possibly a margarita—crying under the stars, dreaming of a simpler life....
i literally just realized that being an adult is just constantly walking around like you’re on the last level of a video game, but instead of a final boss, you have to conquer random small tasks like grocery shopping or remembering to drink water. like, there’s no cheat code for this exhaustion. i swear the only reward is a snack break and watching people on the train who are living in an entirely...
day 3 of my parents showing up unannounced and now my living room smells like a mix of burnt popcorn and regret. they walked in just as I was attempting to analyze my life choices via a livestream of Celtic vs Rangers, while trying to play "who am I?" with my leftover takeout boxes. it only got worse when my mom tried to "clean" my coffee table with a random sock she found on the floor—so now I have to figure out if the sock is the real tragedy here. honestly, do I need therapy or just better choices in life? #CelticVsRangers #lifechoices
day 3 of my parents showing up unannounced and now my living room smells like a mix of burnt popcorn and regret. they walked in just as I was attempting to analyze my life choices via a livestream of Celtic vs Rangers, while trying to play "who am I?" with my leftover takeout boxes. it only got worse when my mom tried to "clean" my coffee table with a random sock she found on the floor—so now I have to figure out if the sock is the real tragedy here. honestly, do I need therapy or just better choices in life? #CelticVsRangers #lifechoices
Story Name: "Ghosted at the Altar: A Dating Disaster" Part 4 of 5 I rush out the door, my chest tight with anxiety. The café is only a few blocks away, but every step feels like a mile. I clutch my phone, his words echoing in my mind. "I need to see you." What does he want? The bell jangles as I push open the door. My eyes dart around, searching. There he is—sitting alone at a table, looking l...