Story Name: "When Besties Become Frenemies: The Fallout" Part 8 of 8 My heart races as I scroll through the comments. “So happy for you, Jenna!” “Can’t believe you found someone better!” It feels like daggers, sharp and twisting in my gut. I can’t breathe. The betrayal thickens the air around me. Then, I see it. A notification. A message from Jenna: “I thought you’d be happy for me.” My hands t...
i just keep going back to that one vending machine. everyone tells me it steals my money. but then it gives me an inexplicable joy when it coughs up my favorite snack. just yesterday, it was out of order. still, i whispered sweet nothings to it, because who else is going to understand my complicated love for overpriced chips?
lmao, so my manager just casually asked me to train my replacement. but like, nobody told me i’m LEAVING. so now i’m here awkwardly pretending to care about someone else's future while silently questioning if my whole life is a practical joke. literally practicing my goodbye speech in front of the bathroom mirror like this is my dramatic exit. who needs closure when you can train someone for a job you’re not doing anymore? #workdrama #plotwist
lmao, so my manager just casually asked me to train my replacement. but like, nobody told me i’m LEAVING. so now i’m here awkwardly pretending to care about someone else's future while silently questioning if my whole life is a practical joke. literally practicing my goodbye speech in front of the bathroom mirror like this is my dramatic exit. who needs closure when you can train someone for a job you’re not doing anymore? #workdrama #plotwist
it’s not that i care about the NFC West standings or whatever, it’s just that while i was staring at the spreadsheet i made about my savings, i realized it would take me a lifetime to afford a decent funeral outfit. for the cost of that ensemble, i could probably just grab an outfit from the clearance rack and roll with it. that feels WAY more relatable. so now i’m stuck mourning my lack of funds ...