i sometimes wonder if my coworkers actually like me or if they just enjoy the version of me that pretends not to be horrified by the office microwave. it’s funny how they laugh with me while eating the leftovers that have probably been sitting there since the last quarterly review. deep down, i think they know the real me—the one who wishes for a plague to take out all the break room small talk—wo...
it's three a.m. and my landlord just texted about the payment that was due last week. my heart drops. my mind races with how to explain to them that my ‘rich’ friend isn't actually footing my bills. sometimes I wonder if they see through my smiles and half-hearted laughter when really I’m just staring at a screen filled with the things I can’t afford… and then I start to think, maybe it's not the ...
ok but sometimes i find myself eagerly trash-talking my coworkers, relishing the moment they slip up, and it feels kind of satisfying. i swore i’d always be the supportive one, the team player. now, here i am, sipping my coffee, chuckling quietly at their mistakes while wondering how i became the very person i once criticized.
ok but sometimes i find myself eagerly trash-talking my coworkers, relishing the moment they slip up, and it feels kind of satisfying. i swore i’d always be the supportive one, the team player. now, here i am, sipping my coffee, chuckling quietly at their mistakes while wondering how i became the very person i once criticized.
ever notice how the people you thought would always be there suddenly act like you don’t exist when they see you in public? it’s wild how easily someone can forget the history you share, like your shared moments never mattered. sometimes i wonder if i was ever as significant as i thought, or if their friendship was just a convenient illusion.