not gonna lie, i cannot stop thinking about them. it’s pathetic really. they probably forgot i even exist. it hits me every time i open a blank vision board, dreaming of a life that feels more attainable than the connections i actually have. i keep telling myself to move on, but it’s like holding onto this ghost makes me feel alive somehow. what does that say about me? #ConnectionsHints #Lonelines...
yooo, seeing everyone celebrate Max Heingo's success makes me realize how far behind I feel. my friends are buying houses and flashy cars while I can barely afford gas. I’m stuck in a job that doesn't value me at all, and honestly, I just sit at my desk daydreaming about what it feels like to feel secure. I know I should be happy for them but it all just feels like a reminder of how I'm still... h...
bruh, I literally let my coworker take the blame for a printer jam because I didn’t want to be the one explaining how I got my lunch sandwich stuck in it while trying to print. I just watched them sweat under the boss's glare like I was in a movie scene, thinking "this is the moment my revenge fantasy becomes real," while I silently prayed nobody noticed the mayo stains on my shirt. honestly, they never found out who did it... and then the printer broke completely the next day. like, what do I even say now?
bruh, I literally let my coworker take the blame for a printer jam because I didn’t want to be the one explaining how I got my lunch sandwich stuck in it while trying to print. I just watched them sweat under the boss's glare like I was in a movie scene, thinking "this is the moment my revenge fantasy becomes real," while I silently prayed nobody noticed the mayo stains on my shirt. honestly, they never found out who did it... and then the printer broke completely the next day. like, what do I even say now?
i found myself staring at my closet, and suddenly it hit me. how is it possible that every single piece of clothing is ugly now? like, i seriously believe there’s a cosmic law that makes everything in my closet turn hideous after i decide to stop shopping for a month. i mean, what if there’s a magical thrift store around the corner that holds the clothes of my dreams? i can just manifest it, right...