just realized that every time i turn on the news about naomi osaka and maria sakkari, i see my own reflection in the mirror of financial chaos—like why do their rivalries feel like my own with my bank account? i’m basically reenacting a tennis match with my paycheck—sending it back and forth, never quite getting the upper hand. today i stared into the abyss of my empty wallet, and for a split seco...
day 5 of regretting every life choice, and here i am, watching videos of naomi osaka and maria sakkari instead of applying for jobs. honestly, their passion makes me want to do something productive like breathe deeply or feed my houseplant (still alive, somehow). as my best friend texts me about her 12th date this month, i’m still staring at my phone like it holds the answers to the universe… or a...
it's not that i’m upset about the fish tank maintenance, it's just that my boss asked me to train the replacement but didn't tell me i'm actually getting fired next week… so i just explained how to scrape algae off the glass like i was auditioning for a reality show. now they think i'm running a fishy empire when in reality i'm just pretending this isn't happening while the new hire's looking at me like i'm a mythical sea creature.
it's not that i’m upset about the fish tank maintenance, it's just that my boss asked me to train the replacement but didn't tell me i'm actually getting fired next week… so i just explained how to scrape algae off the glass like i was auditioning for a reality show. now they think i'm running a fishy empire when in reality i'm just pretending this isn't happening while the new hire's looking at me like i'm a mythical sea creature.
ngl, just saw that kristen stewart walked with her wife and suddenly my life feels like a rom-com where i’m the awkward extra that nobody notices. literally yesterday, my childhood neighbor acted like he didn't know me at all in the grocery store, like bro, we played tag in our front yards, and now you’re giving me the stranger treatment? honestly, i almost burst into tears over the avocado displa...