you ever watch someone go off at a documentary screening and think, wow, that’s literally what my last relationship felt like? like the whole time you’re just sitting there pretending everything is fine while inside you’re cringing at the mess it all became. my ex would drop lines that cut deeper than any insult, just like chevy chase did to that director, leaving me feeling honestly more disappoi...
it's 2am and my phone dings again with another friend posting about their new promotion. scrolling through their celebrations, i'm still staring at my half-eaten sandwich, wondering when 'barely surviving' became my life motto. everyone is getting ahead, and i'm just...here. meanwhile, my toxic coworker got promoted above me, a constant reminder that while they shine, i'm stuck in the shadows. gue...
wait, so I literally spent my entire college years obsessed with making the perfect artisan soap and growing my Instagram following instead of, I don't know, learning about things that matter. fast forward to now, and I’m knee-deep in regret as I struggle to figure out how to fill out my taxes, wondering how the heck I’m supposed to count all those Instagram free samples I turned down for the perfect shot. it’s almost like people think having a hobby gives you some kind of life points or something, but honestly, my only point is how I’m still avoiding that "adulting" thing while praying nobody catches me at the grocery store in my tie-dye apron with soap-stained hands. #adultingfail #hobbyregrets
wait, so I literally spent my entire college years obsessed with making the perfect artisan soap and growing my Instagram following instead of, I don't know, learning about things that matter. fast forward to now, and I’m knee-deep in regret as I struggle to figure out how to fill out my taxes, wondering how the heck I’m supposed to count all those Instagram free samples I turned down for the perfect shot. it’s almost like people think having a hobby gives you some kind of life points or something, but honestly, my only point is how I’m still avoiding that "adulting" thing while praying nobody catches me at the grocery store in my tie-dye apron with soap-stained hands. #adultingfail #hobbyregrets
yooo, so I really thought giving this guy a second chance was the right move. like, how often do you find someone who remembers your weird fascination with pickles in dessert? but turns out he took my second chance—and gave it to someone else—right in front of me. bruh, there I was, eating my pickle pie while he was busy ghosting me for someone with a “better personality.” I guess I just didn't re...