no because i was literally half asleep, right? my partner was knocked out, and there I was, wide awake, pondering why the plants seem to be judging me from the corner of the room. i picked up their phone like it was a random tennis score update, you know? but now? now i can’t unsee what they were texting about our mutual friend. I swear it’s like seeing my worst nightmare during a lull in my thoug...
not gonna lie, i keep waking up at 3am thinking about my old job and how they just announced layoffs. i wasn’t one of the ones cut, but i cant shake the feeling that my days are numbered. it feels like a bad joke watching people lose their livelihoods while i sit here refreshing job boards as if anything will change. maybe i’m just scared that one day, it’ll be my name on the list and all i’ll hav...
yooo, so I literally just had my birthday dinner with the family, and my aunt asked if I was dating anyone yet. I mean, I thought 30 was supposed to come with a life plan, but honestly, all I’ve got is a collection of sad takeout containers and an urge to manifest a yacht out of thin air. it feels like I’m walking into a family gathering that doubles as an interrogation, while my cousin’s over there with a baby and a mortgage like it’s nothing. how am I supposed to explain that I'm still figuring out what to do with my life when they're all so invested in my “success”?
yooo, so I literally just had my birthday dinner with the family, and my aunt asked if I was dating anyone yet. I mean, I thought 30 was supposed to come with a life plan, but honestly, all I’ve got is a collection of sad takeout containers and an urge to manifest a yacht out of thin air. it feels like I’m walking into a family gathering that doubles as an interrogation, while my cousin’s over there with a baby and a mortgage like it’s nothing. how am I supposed to explain that I'm still figuring out what to do with my life when they're all so invested in my “success”?
it's not that i'm bitter, it's just hard watching all my exes pair up while i'm here, scrolling through their wedding photos in my pajamas, realizing how much of my identity was tied to being someone's partner. everyone thinks being the "strong one" means i’m okay with this, but really, i keep collecting reminders of who i lost like they're trophies, while i can't even keep my own plants alive. it...