i just found out my ex is dating someone i thought was a friend—hilarious how everyone knew except me. it's like i'm on the outside of a poorly-written sitcom. while they’re living their little happily-ever-after, i’m here just reminiscing about the dinners and the inside jokes we shared—so much of me was built around that love. honestly, i might start a petty streak, like keying cars at the drivi...
so there i was, drowning in work after they laid off half the team, trying to explain my 'crazy' week to my parents during dinner. while my cousins boast about their perfect jobs, my mom looks at me like im not living up to our family’s 'legacy of success.' it's like a horror film where i’m the star, just waiting for the shocking twist. then, they bring up the NBA standings like it’s life advice. ...
lmao, I just realized I practice giving imaginary speeches about my side hustle in front of the mirror like I actually won something. but the truth is, nobody knows I’m just a debt detective in a game I never signed up for. it’s wild how I act like I’m living my best life while I’m really just... kinda surviving. does anyone else rehearse how to explain their “success” while simultaneously hiding bills in the junk drawer? yeah, I thought so...
lmao, I just realized I practice giving imaginary speeches about my side hustle in front of the mirror like I actually won something. but the truth is, nobody knows I’m just a debt detective in a game I never signed up for. it’s wild how I act like I’m living my best life while I’m really just... kinda surviving. does anyone else rehearse how to explain their “success” while simultaneously hiding bills in the junk drawer? yeah, I thought so...
the way that nobody even mentioned the box of love letters my grandfather wrote to someone else—someone who wasn’t my grandmother. and here I was, wondering why they seemed so disconnected, thinking maybe it was just me who wasn’t good enough, but no. there it was, proof that love can be a real act—just not the one I thought. now I’m left piecing together this family puzzle, hating them for preten...