ok but there i was, sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal, googling “how to iron a shirt” like my mom is going to swoop in any second and give me the shameful side-eye. i mean, i can assemble IKEA furniture and change a light bulb, but ask me to tackle wrinkles and suddenly it's an existential crisis. my parents would literally call a family meeting if they knew i couldn't handle laundry. #ad...
so, i found out my friend has been secretly giving everyone the rundown on my embarrassing obsession with organizing my sock drawer by color. i defended them to the death against another friend's side-eye, and here they are talking about my chaotic sock life like it's a reality show. next time i will remember to keep my secrets less cringeworthy, but honestly, the way my socks are in rainbow order...
i finally get why adults always look exhausted. every family gathering feels like a scene from a crime drama, with everyone grilling me about my life choices. my cousin just finished a graduate program, and here I am, hoping my degree doesn’t show up on the news for its uselessness. i sit there thinking, what do they think is harder—my struggles or the embarrassment of looking like the failure among the family stars... it’s a little surreal when your own family can turn into your own personal hell...
i finally get why adults always look exhausted. every family gathering feels like a scene from a crime drama, with everyone grilling me about my life choices. my cousin just finished a graduate program, and here I am, hoping my degree doesn’t show up on the news for its uselessness. i sit there thinking, what do they think is harder—my struggles or the embarrassment of looking like the failure among the family stars... it’s a little surreal when your own family can turn into your own personal hell...
everyone’s praising cam thomas for this new chapter, but i see myself in the public smile that hides so much. last week, i congratulated someone on their promotion, knowing full well they once threw me under the bus for something that wasn’t even my fault. everyone applauded my “support” while i felt the back of my mind screaming i’d never trust them again. maybe its easier to pretend everything’s...