ok but my family keeps bringing up my ex like I’m supposed to provide them a highlight reel. last dinner, they straight up asked if he ever got that weird mustache trend back. like, I get it, they were Team Ex. meanwhile, I’m here playing “do I even know who this current partner is,” while trying to navigate a chicken breast and keep the tears at bay. I swear if they ask about the ex’s macrame col...
just realized i have an entire emotional narrative for the couple who moved in across the street—like, i am their biggest fan and they don't even know i exist. the way i made an elaborate backstory for how they met at a weird cheese festival and fought over a brie wheel is a little unhinged, right? honestly, i could write their romance novel—complete with a dramatic breakup that takes place during...
day 12 of waiting for someone to text me back. they finally replied with a 'lol' like nothing happened. it hits harder than seeing someone casually walk past you at the australian open while you’re sobbing in your living room over a missed connection. i was rehearsing our whole life story together in my head! do i deserve this emotional wreckage for only being relatable? stay tuned for the plot twist where i block them but not before creating a Pinterest board of our hypothetical children. #AustralianOpen #whatamidoingwithmylife
day 12 of waiting for someone to text me back. they finally replied with a 'lol' like nothing happened. it hits harder than seeing someone casually walk past you at the australian open while you’re sobbing in your living room over a missed connection. i was rehearsing our whole life story together in my head! do i deserve this emotional wreckage for only being relatable? stay tuned for the plot twist where i block them but not before creating a Pinterest board of our hypothetical children. #AustralianOpen #whatamidoingwithmylife
bruh, saw the red-crowned cranes in Heilongjiang trending, and all I could think was wow, they're literally flying high while I’m over here being crushed under the weight of all my responsibilities at work. last week they laid off half the team, and somehow, my inbox looks like a flock of cranes trying to migrate south. can't tell if I’m more jealous of the cranes' freedom or stressed about becomi...