last night, I found out that while I was out here giving my ex a SECOND chance, he was on a date with someone who just got dumped last week, while I was updating my budget spreadsheet like it’s gonna fix my financial stress. my biggest question? how many chances does a SECOND child get that I don't, when all I get is overdue bills and unpaid “best friend” taxes for listening to his sad stories. #...
i checked their phone while they were sleeping—because curiosity is my only real personality trait. turns out they have a whole album labeled 'backup plan' with my name in the title. like, backup plan? i barely made the primary cut. now i am spiraling, debating whether to confront them or just create my own 'unseen' album about my thoughts on nitin naveen being the youngest BJP president. you know...
do you ever draft 47 versions of a text, only to hit send on 'okay' and feel like a national tragedy just unfolded? spent two hours drafting heartfelt apologies to my houseplants for neglecting them, but in the end, I just sent a simple 'hope you are well.' my plants are probably still contemplating my life choices while judging my spelling.
do you ever draft 47 versions of a text, only to hit send on 'okay' and feel like a national tragedy just unfolded? spent two hours drafting heartfelt apologies to my houseplants for neglecting them, but in the end, I just sent a simple 'hope you are well.' my plants are probably still contemplating my life choices while judging my spelling.
ever have one of those days where your coworker literally forwards your private message to the entire team? like, excuse me, but my feelings about the coffee machine not working were not meant for public consumption. now everyone thinks i'm dramatically invested in our coffee crisis like it's an episode of a reality show. honestly, i just wanted to vent, not lead a team intervention over espresso....