Rants: like, when I turned down that huge project at work, i was convinced it was, like…

yooo, so everyone is talking about Sabalenka and Svitolina like it’s the end of the world. meanwhile, I can’t even afford to buy a snack during a five-hour binge watch of the match, bruh. i declined an invite to watch it at a bar because—i swear—my fridge is so empty i think even the light inside feels bad for me. and here i am, pretending to care about tennis while questioning every life decision...

it's not that i avoid my feelings, it's just... after drafting 47 different texts about personal injury lawyers like they were the romance of the century, i finally sent "ok" and realized my emotional support isn't a solid legal strategy against my spiraling rent. turns out crying into a void isn't covered by insurance, just like my decisions on a Tuesday night aren't covered by anything that requ...

so there I was—pacing back and forth, analyzing the sharp corners of my cat’s litter box—trying to remember if I accidentally ordered thirty-five pairs of socks last week. I was convinced my cat was sending subliminal messages to make my sock drawer overflow. it’s definitely possible—so naturally, I questioned if my entire life was a conspiracy devised by an intelligent feline. I still can’t sleep...