not gonna lie, i’ve just discovered my ‘best friend’ is basically a part-time emotional ATM. every time they need something, like a favor or my Netflix password, suddenly i’m their number one. but when i need to vent about this ratha saptami buzz that’s got my head spinning, it's like i’m speaking to a wall. does that make me a sucker? or am i just the unpaid therapist to someone else's life crisi...
wait, i just found out my neighbor's been “broken up” with their ex for the past six months but they still share an account for the neighbor’s weekly laundry. like, how am i out here picking out funeral outfits for family events while they are scheming laundry arrangements? it's giving very much "i might need to intervene with a family meeting." this feels like a UFC match that i didn't sign up fo...
Lately I've been feeling...
Lately I've been feeling...
wait, so I just realized my private story got screenshotted by my neighbor who I’ve NEVER spoken to. now they know I literally once shared a 15-slide deep dive into my obsession with color-coordinated sock drawers. honestly, do they think I am A MANIAC or what? like, I am out here trying to be sophisticated and all they see is me critiquing my collection of yellow socks for a solid hour. #CringeCo...