so here’s the thing—i trained the new hire for like two weeks, thinking they were just clueless but then found out they make MORE than me, which is honestly just wild—like, am i not doing my job well? or is this some bizarre office setup? everyone around me is just chatting like it’s no big deal but inside, i’m a mess, questioning everything about my worth—do i say something? or just smile through...
ever write a message so passionate it felt like a TED Talk—only to delete it and spiral into your own awkwardness? I crafted this perfect response to a "how’s your day" text, making it sound profound, deep, and totally life-changing—then remembered my life is mostly just me sitting in the same corner of my couch every evening wondering why nobody else is texting me back, like they should've asked ...
i keep thinking about the days when just sitting on a curb with someone felt like enough. now i have a hundred numbers but no one i can spill my soul to. the only company i have is this glowing screen, and even it seems to tease me with silence. adulthood is supposed to be freeing, but instead, i feel like a ghost haunting my own life.
i keep thinking about the days when just sitting on a curb with someone felt like enough. now i have a hundred numbers but no one i can spill my soul to. the only company i have is this glowing screen, and even it seems to tease me with silence. adulthood is supposed to be freeing, but instead, i feel like a ghost haunting my own life.
it's not that i can't pay my bills, it's just that i strategically ignore some of them until the last minute... like, can anyone else pull off the art of feigned calmness while internally spiraling over whether a hidden debt will appear like an ex at a party? last week i wore a smile while browsing online, but really, the weight of impending payments loomed over me—kind of like that one friend who...