bruh, ever sit down and realize you don’t even know what snack you actually like? like, every time I eat, I’m just mirroring whoever is around me. pizza? cool. salad? sure. but when I'm alone, I just stare at the fridge, judging myself for not even knowing what I want. it's wild to think I can put on a show but can't even decide on chips or popcorn—maybe I need a personality makeover or a snack th...
it’s not that i *care* about my toxic work environment. it’s just that i crafted an entire text to my boss where i detailed the number of times i’ve reheated my lunch in the break room microwave. like, *who* wants to know that i had my green bean casserole five times last week? and that the same person still asks if my cat likes tuna? not gonna lie, i was thinking of an elaborate revenge fantasy i...
not gonna lie, I found myself at a karaoke bar alone last week, and I swear I started singing that 90s breakup song as if it was a TED talk. my parents walked in, and I could see their faces transform into that mixture of concern and pity. now I'm hiding from the world, grappling with the absurd reality that I’ve created an entire Pinterest board about my future with someone who ghosted me two months ago. I built a life around us, and now it’s just me, an empty fridge, and a blanket burrito, questioning if those three cups of instant noodles qualify as a balanced meal.
not gonna lie, I found myself at a karaoke bar alone last week, and I swear I started singing that 90s breakup song as if it was a TED talk. my parents walked in, and I could see their faces transform into that mixture of concern and pity. now I'm hiding from the world, grappling with the absurd reality that I’ve created an entire Pinterest board about my future with someone who ghosted me two months ago. I built a life around us, and now it’s just me, an empty fridge, and a blanket burrito, questioning if those three cups of instant noodles qualify as a balanced meal.
not gonna lie, every family gathering feels like a casting call for a soap opera, and somehow, i’m always the supporting actor struggling to remember my lines. the pressure is suffocating, especially when my siblings are living their Pinterest-perfect lives. they drop subtle digs like it's seasoning on my pain. last week, someone mentioned "you should try to be more like them" as if i haven’t been...