it's 3am and i just googled “kapan hari valentine” because somehow the office romance has become the only exciting part of my miserable job, where the highlight of my day is pretending to be thrilled over another mediocre presentation. my colleagues are circling around planning gifts, but really, who wants a hallmark card from the guy who told me my last project was ‘adequate’? meanwhile, i’m left...
you ever watch someone go off at a documentary screening and think, wow, that’s literally what my last relationship felt like? like the whole time you’re just sitting there pretending everything is fine while inside you’re cringing at the mess it all became. my ex would drop lines that cut deeper than any insult, just like chevy chase did to that director, leaving me feeling honestly more disappoi...
it's 2am and my phone dings again with another friend posting about their new promotion. scrolling through their celebrations, i'm still staring at my half-eaten sandwich, wondering when 'barely surviving' became my life motto. everyone is getting ahead, and i'm just...here. meanwhile, my toxic coworker got promoted above me, a constant reminder that while they shine, i'm stuck in the shadows. guess i’ll just keep telling myself the universe is open to opportunities for everyone but me. #Open #Relatable
it's 2am and my phone dings again with another friend posting about their new promotion. scrolling through their celebrations, i'm still staring at my half-eaten sandwich, wondering when 'barely surviving' became my life motto. everyone is getting ahead, and i'm just...here. meanwhile, my toxic coworker got promoted above me, a constant reminder that while they shine, i'm stuck in the shadows. guess i’ll just keep telling myself the universe is open to opportunities for everyone but me. #Open #Relatable
wait, so I literally spent my entire college years obsessed with making the perfect artisan soap and growing my Instagram following instead of, I don't know, learning about things that matter. fast forward to now, and I’m knee-deep in regret as I struggle to figure out how to fill out my taxes, wondering how the heck I’m supposed to count all those Instagram free samples I turned down for the perf...