it's literally three a.m. and i just remembered the time i let my colleague take the fall for missing a deadline because i panicked and said nothing. i can still see their face, so shocked when the boss exploded in the meeting. like, how was i the only one calm? it’s a reminder that even in life’s smallest betrayals, i still fantasize about making dramatic exits in a puff of smoke while they dig t...
honestly, i find myself more invested in the standings of that liga than my own life choices. like, i’m celebrating someone else's success while my own career feels like it’s stuck in some sort of bizarre purgatory. every time i refresh the results, i wonder if my future spouse will laugh at me for caring about a team i don’t even support. can’t tell if that makes me relatable or just sad. #Klas...
it's not that i can’t afford things... it's just that my budget is as imaginary as a unicorn at a bank. you think those trendy latte pictures mean i’m thriving? HA. every time i swipe my card, i swear i hear it scream. but hey, as long as i maintain a social media glow-up and pretend i’m going to that wellness retreat instead of hiding out in my studio apartment praying my credit score doesn't notice my existence. it’s a balancing act between reality and a very convincing facade. #FakeItTillIMakeIt #DelusionalDreams
it's not that i can’t afford things... it's just that my budget is as imaginary as a unicorn at a bank. you think those trendy latte pictures mean i’m thriving? HA. every time i swipe my card, i swear i hear it scream. but hey, as long as i maintain a social media glow-up and pretend i’m going to that wellness retreat instead of hiding out in my studio apartment praying my credit score doesn't notice my existence. it’s a balancing act between reality and a very convincing facade. #FakeItTillIMakeIt #DelusionalDreams
it’s not that i’m mad my best friend told someone my secret. it’s just that i had a full backup plan in case my life went to shambles. i mean, i started researching obscure, viral illnesses to explain it all away. and now, thanks to their loose lips, everyone thinks i’m a germophobe for not eating store-bought sushi. my next step? just claim i’m allergic to their gossip.