ever feel like you’re on trial every time you visit your family? like, why can’t i just exist without being measured against my cousin’s perfect life? every question feels like an interrogation – so when i finally texted about my job choice, it felt like i launched a nuke. those three dots are more like a countdown clock to my disappointment... please, just understand this isn't a failure. it’s M...
just realized that every time i see jason williams talking about embarrassing someone, i think back to that time my so-called best friend told everyone my secret crush. they said it was funny, but all it did was crush me. isn’t it wild how a joke from someone you trust can haunt you for years? that betrayal still eats at me while i pretend it doesn’t matter, just like jason pretending it’ll be all...
ok but, just when I thought life couldn't get weirder, I had to skip dinner with my friends because my salary doesn’t stretch past one quick meal, right? picture me, scrolling through sci-fi shows instead, pondering if intergalactic travel might be cheaper than this social life. now everyone is raving about the best sci-fi series while i’m debating if washing dishes could be a new side gig to fund...