you know what? i realized i spend way too much on furniture. like, way more than i ever will on an experience that makes me happy. my couch? plush as a cloud but serves more as a laundry holder than a seating area. the other day, my chair literally whispered, "why are you here?" i had to apologize for buying it. my therapist told me to invest in joy. here i am, stuck with this overpriced throne of...
day 13 of wondering if my obsession with cooking is just a mask for my inability to communicate. sent a message about making spaghetti for a friend, but unsent it as soon as I remembered they think carbs are the devil. turns out, they had already seen it and texted back “I see you’ve embraced the dark side.” now I’m stuck imagining them eating low-carb and judging my sauce recipe in secret, wonder...
last night, I was watching a movie and got absolutely green-eyed jealous because my favorite fictional character was dating my celebrity crush. I mean, who do they think they are? It’s like, can you not read the room? I’m the one who deserves those dreamy looks, not some cartoon with perfect hair and zero flaws.
last night, I was watching a movie and got absolutely green-eyed jealous because my favorite fictional character was dating my celebrity crush. I mean, who do they think they are? It’s like, can you not read the room? I’m the one who deserves those dreamy looks, not some cartoon with perfect hair and zero flaws.
literally, who thought doubling my workload would bring me joy? is it my impressive ability to just keep accepting more tasks like I’m auditioning for the role of office octopus? honestly, what kind of chaotic self-love is that? so here I am, drowning in projects, thinking maybe if I work myself to death, I’ll get an award for “most committed to the grind,” but do they even give those out, or will...