last night, i found a hidden stash of old love letters from my partner… like, the kind that makes you laugh because we act like we're this perfect couple—spoiler alert, we’re really not. now i'm thinking, am i just a prop in their story? how do you tell someone you feel so far away from them that even the warmth of their texts seems cold—like, i know they’re right there, but the person i’m talking...
last night, my manager asked me to train my replacement. they acted like it was just a routine request—meanwhile, nobody told me i was leaving. sitting there, pretending to be a professional while my stomach tightened from the hidden debt piling up, it hit me: nobody has a clue what’s really going on. so i smiled and nodded, hiding my panic under a calm exterior—what happens when i finally have to...
i found this old text thread where i actually complimented someone’s favorite type of pasta like it was their newborn child. did i think we were gonna open a pasta restaurant together? why did i call spaghetti “the regal noodle”? who did i think i was? now i can’t even string together a proper sentence without using emojis. #cringe #pasta royalty
i found this old text thread where i actually complimented someone’s favorite type of pasta like it was their newborn child. did i think we were gonna open a pasta restaurant together? why did i call spaghetti “the regal noodle”? who did i think i was? now i can’t even string together a proper sentence without using emojis. #cringe #pasta royalty
i was staring at the news about Blast Slam. three teams missed the playoffs while i calculated how long it would take me to save enough for... well, anything other than this endless cycle of work misery. when i realized my savings goals are like Tundra’s chances of making the cut, i mean... why even try, right? and now i'm wondering if staying at a place that suffocates me for a paycheck is just.....