literally sent a detailed message about my existential crisis to the wrong group chat. instead of my therapist, it went to my book club. now they think I’m reading too deeply into the symbolism of toasters in contemporary literature. guess I wont be joining them for brunch any time soon. #overthinkersunite #lifechoices
if someone told me I'd be watching UCLA vs Oregon while figuring out if I can afford another cup of instant ramen, I would have laughed in disbelief. work is toxic, but watching two schools fight over a shiny ball feels more important than trying to make sense of my life decisions. all week I craved an escape, but here I am, rooting for 18-year-olds while counting down the days to payday like it's...
literally, i thought my best friend was just bad at texting, right? i mean, they have a passion for the dramatic pause — but here’s the plot twist: they only text me when they need their favorite green shirt that i borrowed like, six months ago. now they want my *most prized possession* — my microwave — to *reheat their leftovers.* actually, is this friendship or am i just the local rental service?
literally, i thought my best friend was just bad at texting, right? i mean, they have a passion for the dramatic pause — but here’s the plot twist: they only text me when they need their favorite green shirt that i borrowed like, six months ago. now they want my *most prized possession* — my microwave — to *reheat their leftovers.* actually, is this friendship or am i just the local rental service?
ever try to bail on plans because you just can’t face being broke around friends who are living it up? so, when everyone started talking about the santa clara basketball game, i casually dropped that i had a “family emergency.” funny how my actual family hasn’t asked me to hang out in weeks. i’d much rather watch reruns of nothing than watch people thrive while i’m counting crumbs. at least i know...