i keep checking the news about mirra andreeva like she’s my sibling getting the applause i never did. every family gathering is a tense game of ‘look what they accomplished’ while i silently wish for a lightning strike to create some chaos and change the subject. i mean, do they know how it feels to sit there, squirming as they compare me to overachievers? it's like my life's just a set of weak ex...
not gonna lie, i watched a video of paul stirling celebrating his win while i sat in a restaurant eating the cheapest thing on the menu. the owner thinks i’m a regular, but really, it’s just my best option when i need a break from family chaos and constant wedding invites. everyone else is getting their "happily ever after," and i'm just here, hoping my bank account holds out another month. gotta ...
it’s 11am and i just watched my coworker casually swipe the credit for my project during a meeting—like, actually have the audacity to smile while i sat there, trying to remember if i ever got credit for anything. like did i spend all those late nights, tears over spreadsheets, just to have someone act like they did it all—what do they think this is? some weird talent show for THIEVES?
it’s 11am and i just watched my coworker casually swipe the credit for my project during a meeting—like, actually have the audacity to smile while i sat there, trying to remember if i ever got credit for anything. like did i spend all those late nights, tears over spreadsheets, just to have someone act like they did it all—what do they think this is? some weird talent show for THIEVES?
i was literally in my bathroom, crying over some tragic meme about commitment issues, when i checked social media and saw my ex got engaged six months after claiming they weren’t ready for a relationship. i mean, HOW is it possible that they went from ‘i need space’ to planning a wedding while i’m here still debating whether to rewatch that one cringy rom-com for the eighth time? my life is a sitc...