i spent four years building this thing, pouring my soul into it, and then boom, my cofounder took everything, like seriously forged documents and left me in the dust. it feels like i wasted so much time chasing a dream that literally disappeared overnight and now i am just here, stuck with the regret of trusting the wrong person.
i seriously cannot believe i just crushed that job interview even after freaking out the whole week thinking i would bomb it, like they actually seemed impressed and all my worry was for nothing, wow, so much better than the dread that was hanging over me.
was just reminiscing about that one time i spent hours organizing my sock drawer only to find out i had been wearing mismatched socks for weeks. now every time i see my closet i feel like it’s mocking me, like “great job, what an accomplishment” as if matching socks actually mattered in the grand scheme of things.
was just reminiscing about that one time i spent hours organizing my sock drawer only to find out i had been wearing mismatched socks for weeks. now every time i see my closet i feel like it’s mocking me, like “great job, what an accomplishment” as if matching socks actually mattered in the grand scheme of things.
so i was at this gig, right, and i was trying to make small talk but accidentally asked the host how their dog was doing and they do not have a dog, just this awkward pause while everyone stared at me like wth is wrong with this person.