i went to the store for something simple and ended up staring at all the cereal boxes wondering if anyone would notice if i just never came back.
so i just sent this 8 minute voice note about the world’s worst lasagna to the wrong person and now i feel like a culinary criminal, like honestly how do i explain that no i don’t actually have a criminal past involving pasta disasters, just a pasta dilemma that spiraled out of control and honestly who needs to hear that but my friend, now my life feels like an episode of a bad sitcom.
i reported my boss for harassment and thought i was doing the right thing but now i’m haunted by the guilt of how it all ended up falling on me like it was my fault for just wanting to be safe, even if no one ever asked me how it really felt.
i reported my boss for harassment and thought i was doing the right thing but now i’m haunted by the guilt of how it all ended up falling on me like it was my fault for just wanting to be safe, even if no one ever asked me how it really felt.
i walked into a store the other day thinking, okay, this is it, time to be a functional adult, and then i got hit with the smell of cinnamon like it was a personal attack. so there i am, standing frozen in the aisle trying to remember if i even needed anything or just wanted to avoid running into the 30 people i pretended i did not see on social media.