my sibling opened credit cards in my name and my parents want me to forgive them because—family means you can steal your brother's identity and still get hugs at holidays, right?
sitting here scrolling through old playlists and all these songs remind me of late nights in that dingy basement where everything felt possible—now it just feels like an echo, and i realize i do not know where those people are anymore. sometimes it hits hard that i cannot even find a number to call because they are all fading away, like the words of those songs that used to feel like home.
so i spent two months teaching my “replacement” everything i knew, thinking they were my new assistant, then i find out through a LinkedIn notification that i was being let go, like am i a character in a sitcom where the laugh track kicks in right after i realize i just helped my own executioner flourish, its absurd really, but also here’s the kicker, they were way worse at the job than i was.
so i spent two months teaching my “replacement” everything i knew, thinking they were my new assistant, then i find out through a LinkedIn notification that i was being let go, like am i a character in a sitcom where the laugh track kicks in right after i realize i just helped my own executioner flourish, its absurd really, but also here’s the kicker, they were way worse at the job than i was.
woke up again in this tiny studio that still smells like last week’s takeout - watching my neighbors come home with takeout from that new sushi place and i just wonder if they even know how lucky they are - some days it feels like every accomplishment in their lives just highlights how stuck i am, filling out applications for stuff i know i might not even be able to enjoy if it works out - guess t...