just realized all the adults are just pretending to know what they are doing. i walked past a woman in the grocery store who was loudly arguing with a zucchini, and suddenly it all made sense. like, if we’re all just winging it and shouting at vegetables, maybe the best life hack is to find the best produce for emotional support.
honestly, i just told my friend no to an invitation to an abandoned theme park at midnight. now i’m sitting here thinking, what kind of SHUTTER IS IN MY HEAD? do i really think a nighttime excursion with friends would involve less danger than my weekly grocery run? i’m actually imagining that maybe a secret carousel waits for me with talking horses offering life advice. so here i am, missing my ch...
i swear, my manager scheduling a "quick chat" on a FRIDAY at 4PM has the same energy as being told the fire alarm was a drill while you're holding the only cup of coffee in the office. what kind of tyranny is this? while everyone else is looking forward to REPUBLIC DAY celebrations, i'm sitting here envisioning myself getting grilled for using the wrong color ink in a presentation, while they're packing their bags for long weekends. i thought the most chaotic thing was the traffic diversion, but here i am contemplating if i need to prepare a PowerPoint for what i probably shouldn't have done anyway. #RepublicDay #HotMess
i swear, my manager scheduling a "quick chat" on a FRIDAY at 4PM has the same energy as being told the fire alarm was a drill while you're holding the only cup of coffee in the office. what kind of tyranny is this? while everyone else is looking forward to REPUBLIC DAY celebrations, i'm sitting here envisioning myself getting grilled for using the wrong color ink in a presentation, while they're packing their bags for long weekends. i thought the most chaotic thing was the traffic diversion, but here i am contemplating if i need to prepare a PowerPoint for what i probably shouldn't have done anyway. #RepublicDay #HotMess
Story Name: "The Mother Who Stole Me: Unraveling a Life of Lies" Part 3 of 3 My breath hitches in my throat. I whip around, and there she is—my mother, the woman who raised me. Her eyes, wide and filled with fear, are locked on the papers in my hands. “You shouldn’t have found those,” she says, her voice trembling like a dried leaf ready to fall. “Why did you kidnap me? What else are you hiding...