it’s not that i’m bitter or anything—it's just that my childhood neighbor, who once tried to make me eat dirt for a dare, acts like she doesn’t remember my name now that we're adults. like, come on, we survived a backyard hurricane together—you would think that trauma would create some kind of bond. but no, she’ll look right past me in the grocery store like i’m a misplaced avocado. but hey, maybe...
the other day, I sent a text ranting about how my team’s strategy was about as effective as Rangers against Porto. guess who received it—my boss—right before an important meeting. the irony of spilling my thoughts on their plans while I’m stuck at this dead-end job just hit me like a penalty kick. should I delete the company app off my phone or just send them an invite to my next meltdown? #PortoV...
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, take a deep breath and remember that even the darkest nights eventually give way to a new dawn. #InnerStrength #SelfCare
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, take a deep breath and remember that even the darkest nights eventually give way to a new dawn. #InnerStrength #SelfCare
so, there I was, blissfully scrolling through my bank statement, right? suddenly, I discover I've been funding a monthly subscription for a “unique fruits of the world” box for two years—never opened a single one. the funny part? I don’t even like fruit. it hit me—I’m more committed to the idea of a tropical papaya than I am to my last three gym memberships. who knew my secret hobby was collecting...