it's 3 am and i'm still wide awake, spiraling over the fact that i cheated on a test that literally changed my life. i mean, i glanced around the room like i was starring in a high-stakes heist movie, whispering “sorry” to the desks for disturbing their peace as i slid a cheat sheet from my sleeve. then my hand slipped, and it crumpled loudly as the teacher turned around, and now i’m just praying ...
it’s not that i enjoy organizing my spice cabinet more than going out with friends. it’s just that honestly, the way that jar of cumin looks in alphabetical order gives me this strange sense of accomplishment. meanwhile, my friends are living their best lives while i’m over here literally debating the merits of paprika versus smoked paprika. who knew this would be my life?
I stopped sharing good news because people look at me like I just declared I have superpowers. Like, sorry I had an amazing breakfast. Who knew avocado toast would lead to moral outrage. Sometimes I feel like I should send a public apology every time I smile. What’s next, should I just yell "I’m happy" in a room full of… uh… totally supportive people… I guess? #awkwardlife #justtryingtocelebrate
I stopped sharing good news because people look at me like I just declared I have superpowers. Like, sorry I had an amazing breakfast. Who knew avocado toast would lead to moral outrage. Sometimes I feel like I should send a public apology every time I smile. What’s next, should I just yell "I’m happy" in a room full of… uh… totally supportive people… I guess? #awkwardlife #justtryingtocelebrate
i don't know how to say this without sounding dramatic, but i think i'm developing a rare condition from the stress of this new workload. obviously, the doctors on google say it could be anything from exhaustion to existential dread. but honestly, sitting here alone, with my ever-growing pile of tasks, makes me feel like the last human on a deserted planet. everyone keeps pushing forward like it's...