just found out my position got posted on linkedin. great, my work life feels like that reality show where everyone votes you off the island. checked my ex's profile later, turns out he's been talking about moving to monaco with his new girlfriend. i named our future kids already. awkward. #Monaco #awkwardmoments
last night, I sent a heartfelt text to the random person I bumped into at the library. I used a cheesy pickup line about "spilling books" that I thought was cute, but now I’m just staring at those three dots like I’m watching a thrilling horror movie. I convinced myself we would discuss our favorite authors, bond over our passion for forgotten literature, and even get matched in a competitive book...
it is two thirty in the morning and my left sock has a hole in it, which means i am literally losing pieces of myself, like how did this happen? is there a hidden portal to the sock dimension where all my energy goes? why does no one warn you that socks will betray you?
it is two thirty in the morning and my left sock has a hole in it, which means i am literally losing pieces of myself, like how did this happen? is there a hidden portal to the sock dimension where all my energy goes? why does no one warn you that socks will betray you?
honestly, I just spent three days picturing how I would respond to your half-hearted 'lol' after you ghosted me. like, should I thank you for the two seconds of brainpower you spared me or block you in dramatic fashion?