day forty-two of my top secret career in insurance adjustments. my coworker—who was laid off yesterday—just sent me a series of cryptic emojis about "cooking something big." she thinks I do not know she’s been preparing a detailed exposé of the company. little does she know—my funeral outfit is ready, and it is just in case this entire operation goes down in flames.
yoo, so I told my best friend I can’t dance and somehow, they spilled it to a whole group during karaoke night. now I gotta either start a dance class or get really good at the worm—because that's the only way I’m recovering my reputation.
ngl, I just told my friends I couldn’t go to this candlelight Bridgerton concert thing, like, I literally just sat in my room and cried about how I wasn’t invited to a party that I literally could not care less about—still wondering if this makes me a drama queen or just deeply confused. #Caba #PartyFOMO
ngl, I just told my friends I couldn’t go to this candlelight Bridgerton concert thing, like, I literally just sat in my room and cried about how I wasn’t invited to a party that I literally could not care less about—still wondering if this makes me a drama queen or just deeply confused. #Caba #PartyFOMO
my therapist told me i should embrace vulnerability, then my best friend spilled my most embarrassing secret to everyone, and now im over here practicing my acceptance speech for the worst friend award, like seriously, can i trust anyone, even Tulsi Gabbard? #TulsiGabbard #TrustIssues