why does it feel like I poured my soul into this heartfelt letter to the mysterious neighbor I only see taking out their trash—only for them to respond with a single eggplant emoji? it’s like I bared my heart and they threw a vegetable at me—now I’m left questioning if I need to pivot my feelings toward an AGRICULTURAL relationship.
it's not that i’m upset about the new hire making more than me. it’s just… i trained them. i taught them how to fill out the weird spreadsheet we use to track, of all things, paper clip usage. and now they are definitely rolling in the dough while i daydream about starting a side hustle selling homemade coasters. guess who will be stuck using store-bought ones? me, with my bland desk setup, while ...
last night, I crafted a ten-paragraph heartfelt breakup text, referencing our first trip to that weird museum and how the octopus display really meant something. sent it with the confidence of someone who just won a debate competition. then they replied — "ok." like, literally that is the internet version of handing me a participation trophy and ghosting my entire soul.
last night, I crafted a ten-paragraph heartfelt breakup text, referencing our first trip to that weird museum and how the octopus display really meant something. sent it with the confidence of someone who just won a debate competition. then they replied — "ok." like, literally that is the internet version of handing me a participation trophy and ghosting my entire soul.
it’s 3am and i just found myself staring at my reflection, which honestly looked like a mix between my dad in a midlife crisis and my mom fighting for survival in an argument with a fruit fly. how did i end up here, looking like i have spent an entire week in contaminated water myself? i’m just one unmotivated moment away from blaming my parents for this face staring back at me. if they didn’t exi...