day 47 of pretending like my heart isn't racing at three in the morning. just stumbled upon my job posted on a job site like some abandoned lover left at the altar. i guess my "trusting spirit" really manifested a twist of fate—like, did you want to rewrite the whole story without me? meanwhile, covered california is stressing me out with these deadlines while I just sit here wondering if I should...
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last night, I was rewatching those old commercials where they claim "you can be anything." and today in the meeting, my boss raved about Jessica’s pitch that was *exactly* mine—word for word. I can’t even enjoy my lunch because I keep picturing Jessica practicing her little smile like she’s some sort of corporate muse, and I—well, I just sat there with the wrong coffee blend in hand, feeling like a ghost in my own success. I mean, when did supporting each other's ideas turn into *watching other people thrive off my brainwaves*?
last night, I was rewatching those old commercials where they claim "you can be anything." and today in the meeting, my boss raved about Jessica’s pitch that was *exactly* mine—word for word. I can’t even enjoy my lunch because I keep picturing Jessica practicing her little smile like she’s some sort of corporate muse, and I—well, I just sat there with the wrong coffee blend in hand, feeling like a ghost in my own success. I mean, when did supporting each other's ideas turn into *watching other people thrive off my brainwaves*?
yo, bruh, my family is on this serious 'doctor banav' kick while i literally faint at blood, yaar. i swear, one day they'll find me crying in the corner, hiding from medical textbooks while they plan my wedding to the guy who has 'doctor' in his bio. like, achha, are we doing this or just living in a bad episode of a drama, hai na? while i daydream about market trends and Bank Nifty, they think my...