ever catch yourself awkwardly explaining why you spent an entire Saturday night rearranging your bookshelf instead of dating? yeah, that was me last weekend. "it’s a hobby," I said, but really, it was just another way to avoid feeling the empty space next to me. when you’ve built your whole identity around someone else and then they leave, you find yourself debating the merits of alphabetizing ver...
i have spent my entire career quietly apologizing for existing, and honestly, i’m OVER it. it’s like i walk into meetings and immediately shrink into my chair as if that will make my presence less irritating. the worst part? when you send out a request for input and people act like your message has vanished into a black hole. then i’m sitting there like, “hello, is this thing on?” one guy even wen...
it's not that i dislike family gatherings, it's just that when they gather around like a pack of wolves, questioning my every life choice, the disappointment in my parents’ eyes hits differently. my cousin just got a fancy promotion and my mom casually brings it up while reminding me my biggest achievement was finishing a puzzle last month. oh, and as i slink into my chair, avoiding eye contact, all i can think is how i will probably never live up to that one cousin who did everything right, while my life feels like a poorly directed sitcom with my mom as the disappointed audience. and then, with a sigh, she mutters, "im not mad, i'm just disappointed," and all i can respond with is that heart-wrenching feeling of wanting to scream, but instead i offer a polite smile. in the end, i just ho...
it's not that i dislike family gatherings, it's just that when they gather around like a pack of wolves, questioning my every life choice, the disappointment in my parents’ eyes hits differently. my cousin just got a fancy promotion and my mom casually brings it up while reminding me my biggest achievement was finishing a puzzle last month. oh, and as i slink into my chair, avoiding eye contact, all i can think is how i will probably never live up to that one cousin who did everything right, while my life feels like a poorly directed sitcom with my mom as the disappointed audience. and then, with a sigh, she mutters, "im not mad, i'm just disappointed," and all i can respond with is that heart-wrenching feeling of wanting to scream, but instead i offer a polite smile. in the end, i just ho...
yooo, so I was scrolling late at night—deep in the rabbit hole of my ex’s cousin's third-grade classroom photos—when I accidentally liked a post from seven months ago. bruh, I felt like I just pulled the fire alarm at a party. Now I'm convinced their family thinks I’m a creep who tracks their every move. I tried to play it cool, but every time I hear the word "moltbook" my palms get sweaty. Guess ...