...so here I am, contemplating the Barcelona Half Marathon in 2026. Meanwhile, my ex decided a second chance with me was just too much, and he decided to sprint into someone else’s arms instead. imagine the CACKLE when I thought, “maybe he’s just manifesting our second act on a different track.” meanwhile, i'm still just trying to train my body to NOT eat my weight in snacks while daydreaming abou...
I used to think I’d find love in art, staring at canvas after canvas. Now I scroll through pictures of couples, each moment I lost blooming in front of me. It hits different knowing I treated someone so beautifully wrong. They’ve probably moved on, leaving me drowning in past versions of myself, sketching what could have been… and now with Tate Modern shining a light on regret, I wonder if I shoul...
yooo, watched my ex-colleague snag that promotion I turned down, and part of me is like, “wow, so great for them,” while the other part fantasizes about tripping them in the break room, just to spice up the monotony. i mean, they think they’re winning, but it was my choice to step back and let them shine. still plotting on the office chair they keep bragging about, though.
yooo, watched my ex-colleague snag that promotion I turned down, and part of me is like, “wow, so great for them,” while the other part fantasizes about tripping them in the break room, just to spice up the monotony. i mean, they think they’re winning, but it was my choice to step back and let them shine. still plotting on the office chair they keep bragging about, though.
yoo, I saw that Chemmy Alcott story about getting banned for a wardrobe choice. made me think about how I once got sent home from work for wearing something "inappropriate." my boss didn’t get my creativity; they just saw the “wrong kind of confidence.” I'm here, struggling to make rent and can't even express myself without being criticized. just want to blend in, but that’s not happening anytime ...