literally, I have spent my entire life thinking I am destined for greatness. actually believed it, until I realized my best friend only texts me when they need a last-minute favor. like I’m a free Uber service or their emotional support human on standby. the other day, while they were reaching out to borrow a jacket for a date, I was frantically practicing what I’d say if I ever broke up with this...
i sent a text with my entire heart, hoping to have a moment of poetic connection, and now i am just sweating over my phone like it holds the secret to world peace. it's honestly shocking how i can feel so seen one second and like a complete joke the next, watching those three dots flicker as if they have any clue how much i have invested in this conversation. also, is it bad that part of me thinks...
i trained my replacement this week, and nobody told me it was my last week. it's like they assumed i was just... ready to leave, when really, all i can think about is how nobody cares. i guess it just feels like one more betrayal in a long line of them. can you just erase someone like that? like flipping a switch. nobody even asked if i was okay. if the news about pam bondi can spark outrage, maybe my silent departure deserves a moment too, right? #PamBondi #Unseen
i trained my replacement this week, and nobody told me it was my last week. it's like they assumed i was just... ready to leave, when really, all i can think about is how nobody cares. i guess it just feels like one more betrayal in a long line of them. can you just erase someone like that? like flipping a switch. nobody even asked if i was okay. if the news about pam bondi can spark outrage, maybe my silent departure deserves a moment too, right? #PamBondi #Unseen
it's 11pm and i just left another family gathering where the only thing i accomplished was making sure to avoid the "so what are you doing with your life?" trap. my parents never understood my anxiety, but they’re quick to compare me to my cousin who's apparently living his best life because he has a real job, a house, and no panic attacks. meanwhile, i’m over here googling how to create a winning...