last night, i found myself deep into a spiral of existential dread after double texting, then triple texting a friend. then, i honestly considered faking my own death because clearly, i was meant to be alone forever. like, is there a group for overthinkers who send texts into the abyss? all of this while eating an entire bag of expired chips that tasted like disappointment and regret. guess i'll b...
it's not that I care about validation—it's just, I literally hearted my own message by accident in a group chat about gourmet pickles. now everyone thinks I am a narcissistic pickle enthusiast. my life has turned into a tragic sitcom where I can’t even like my own snack opinions without social repercussions. can’t wait for my bio to say “heart collector” at the next family reunion.
last night, my manager casually asked me to train my replacement, which is absolutely HILARIOUS considering nobody bothered to tell me that I am leaving the company. should I go ahead and just play it cool or make an entire presentation, color-coded like my life just flipped upside down—now I can’t decide if I should go over the details of a job I won’t even have. oh my god, is this even real, or am I just experiencing a meltdown of existential proportions—like the time raleigh weather turned from sunny to torrential downpour in 5 seconds? either way, something is definitely coming. #RaleighWeather #CareerConfusion
last night, my manager casually asked me to train my replacement, which is absolutely HILARIOUS considering nobody bothered to tell me that I am leaving the company. should I go ahead and just play it cool or make an entire presentation, color-coded like my life just flipped upside down—now I can’t decide if I should go over the details of a job I won’t even have. oh my god, is this even real, or am I just experiencing a meltdown of existential proportions—like the time raleigh weather turned from sunny to torrential downpour in 5 seconds? either way, something is definitely coming. #RaleighWeather #CareerConfusion
yooo, just found out my friends think I give off “forgotten middle child” energy, and now I am fully convinced I might be one of the kids from the background of a family photo that nobody remembers. am i slowly becoming a ghost at the dinner table? are my texts invisible too? brb, applying for ghostwriting gigs since apparently that’s my calling now. #existentialcrisis #invisiblenotabs