i was scrolling through highlights of that football match between เจนัว and นาโปลี and felt an all too familiar tightness in my chest. here i am, pretending i’m totally over that one time my heart got kicked to the curb while i desperately tried to look happy in photos that don't match my internal chaos. is it really over when it keeps you up at night like a bad referee call? # #deepthoughts
yooo, just saw that news about the Opportunity Card for Germany. as if working here isn’t exhausting enough—my entire family thinks I should move there. matlab samjho na, everyone is all about “Make it in Germany,” while I can’t even handle the pressure of “make it” at this job. the irony of chasing dreams abroad while I still have to pretend I’m happy at a nine-to-five that doesn’t even pay the b...
we're "like family" here, huh? that explains why we have the same toxic arguments and passive-aggressive potlucks. you know the kind – where someone brings that awful casserole no one wants but everyone pretends to enjoy. great to hear no raises this year, boss – I was just thinking how family gatherings are WAY more awkward when nobody can afford the dinner bill. it’s nice to know that all those hours of hard work are valued just as much as uncle jimmy’s random rants about the weather.
we're "like family" here, huh? that explains why we have the same toxic arguments and passive-aggressive potlucks. you know the kind – where someone brings that awful casserole no one wants but everyone pretends to enjoy. great to hear no raises this year, boss – I was just thinking how family gatherings are WAY more awkward when nobody can afford the dinner bill. it’s nice to know that all those hours of hard work are valued just as much as uncle jimmy’s random rants about the weather.
it's not that I was talking about her, it's just that I had a momentary lapse, you know? I sent a text to my brother about her awful obsession with collecting spoons, not that I was being mean, just sharing an opinion! then I realized my mistake. my phone buzzed. I braced myself for the immediate response that popped up on my screen: “So...you think my spoon collection is a *problem*?” and just as...