i saw my friend post a picture of their new car, and i literally sat there for an hour just staring at my own reflection in the window, like—what even am i doing? everyone is buying houses and starting families, and i'm here just trying to figure out what to eat for lunch. sometimes i think i should just buy a one-way ticket to a deserted island—at least there, no one can see me being left behind....
yooo, just read about how everyone in the Netherlands is loving this four-day work week thing. meanwhile, i'm here grinding away at a job that drains the life out of me for a life i don’t even want. the last time i went out, my friends talked about their dreams and i just sat there, pretending to care. turns out, my version of success is an empty inbox and an empty heart. why do i keep sacrificing...
not gonna lie, I tried to join a cooking class to impress my friends but literally just ended up setting the oven on fire – I thought I was just making toast. I still don’t know how a simple recipe turned into a fire drill, but now every time someone mentions “sautéing,” I just change the subject to, I don’t know, skydiving or something?
not gonna lie, I tried to join a cooking class to impress my friends but literally just ended up setting the oven on fire – I thought I was just making toast. I still don’t know how a simple recipe turned into a fire drill, but now every time someone mentions “sautéing,” I just change the subject to, I don’t know, skydiving or something?
not gonna lie, I just found out I spent three hundred dollars on a yoga subscription I’ve never used. like, how did I not notice? I do a downward dog when I pick up my snack off the floor, does that count? honestly, at this point I should just enroll in a course called “How to avoid all your responsibilities.”