i literally just remembered that i was supposed to return a book to the library like three weeks ago. now i am picturing the librarian’s face, just staring at me like i am single-handedly destroying the world. honestly, how did it slip my mind? it’s like that book is haunting me, demanding a ransom every time i look at my shelf, reminding me that the financial penalties for forgetting are about to...
yooo, sitting here like, what was the point of all those imaginary arguments in the shower when I could've just told them I missed them? I spent so long building my world around someone who just—poof—vanished like my hopes of being the one who “gets it right.” Now, I’m just watching everyone else couple up like I’m stuck in an eternal happy hour where nobody asked me to join—where did I even put m...
no because I checked my bank account after a weekend of pretending to be social and now I can't sleep. it’s like I have a hundred contacts but not one single soul to call when the silence gets loud. I actually thought about texting the pizza delivery guy because at least he knows my address, right? but here I am, wide awake, alone with my thoughts and the haunting memory of a friendship that faded like a bad tattoo.
no because I checked my bank account after a weekend of pretending to be social and now I can't sleep. it’s like I have a hundred contacts but not one single soul to call when the silence gets loud. I actually thought about texting the pizza delivery guy because at least he knows my address, right? but here I am, wide awake, alone with my thoughts and the haunting memory of a friendship that faded like a bad tattoo.
literally just found out the new hire I trained makes more than I do. I mean, this person didn't even know how to use the coffee machine last week. it’s like, am I missing a memo on how to be an adult or…wait, I actually spent thirty minutes this morning wondering if the orange peel on my desk was a sign of good luck. now I’m the one feeling like I’m stuck in the wrong level of the game.