so after being the whistleblower, i get a notice from hr that my last stapler is considered "company property" and must be returned — like seriously, what is this a bad sitcom where i can keep my integrity but not my office supplies, where's the dignity in that?
so i completely forgot to eat all day and only realized at 9pm when my head started hurting like crazy. i stood there staring at the fridge, thinking about how i always do this and now all i can think about is how i had leftover pizza in there but somehow it feels like the most unappetizing thing ever.
i still remember the taste of the awful cafeteria mystery meat from high school and how i forced myself to finish it just to fit in—i hate that i let that pressure define so many of my choices since then, like i was somehow okay with being someone else's idea of what i should be.
i still remember the taste of the awful cafeteria mystery meat from high school and how i forced myself to finish it just to fit in—i hate that i let that pressure define so many of my choices since then, like i was somehow okay with being someone else's idea of what i should be.
just got the results back from my weird little health test and it is all clear, like i honestly thought i was gonna be a walking problem for the rest of my life but it turns out im fine? so surreal after all that dread. now i’m just sitting here dumbfounded, feeling like i might float away from relief.