the way that I realized I can’t enjoy anything anymore because I’m always thinking about how much time I should be spending on 'real life' is wild. I bought this fancy cookbook because I thought cooking would be my escape. but instead, it just sits there, mocking me with its gorgeous pictures, while I stress about everything else. sometimes I catch myself just staring at the ingredients and then p...
are they even going to let us vote or just pull some last-minute nonsense again? I’m watching this whole situation unfold while scrolling through pictures of my friends at dinner—everyone’s got their fancy drinks and laughs, and here I am debating if I can afford a snack. like—who decided life would be about feeling broke while everyone else plays happy families? I thought cutting toxic friends wo...
you know, i saw that everyone is buzzing about the matches starting at nine thirty. meanwhile, i can’t remember the last time someone invited me to watch a game or do anything, really. my phone is full of names, but when i hit that low, it’s crickets. i hearted my own message last week and nobody noticed. even the emojis can’t distract from how lonely this feels. maybe i should just learn to juggle flaming swords instead. at least that would get some attention. #
you know, i saw that everyone is buzzing about the matches starting at nine thirty. meanwhile, i can’t remember the last time someone invited me to watch a game or do anything, really. my phone is full of names, but when i hit that low, it’s crickets. i hearted my own message last week and nobody noticed. even the emojis can’t distract from how lonely this feels. maybe i should just learn to juggle flaming swords instead. at least that would get some attention. #
so here’s the thing—i trained the new hire for like two weeks, thinking they were just clueless but then found out they make MORE than me, which is honestly just wild—like, am i not doing my job well? or is this some bizarre office setup? everyone around me is just chatting like it’s no big deal but inside, i’m a mess, questioning everything about my worth—do i say something? or just smile through...