it's not that I care about validation—it's just, I literally hearted my own message by accident in a group chat about gourmet pickles. now everyone thinks I am a narcissistic pickle enthusiast. my life has turned into a tragic sitcom where I can’t even like my own snack opinions without social repercussions. can’t wait for my bio to say “heart collector” at the next family reunion.
last night, my manager casually asked me to train my replacement, which is absolutely HILARIOUS considering nobody bothered to tell me that I am leaving the company. should I go ahead and just play it cool or make an entire presentation, color-coded like my life just flipped upside down—now I can’t decide if I should go over the details of a job I won’t even have. oh my god, is this even real, or ...
yooo, just found out my friends think I give off “forgotten middle child” energy, and now I am fully convinced I might be one of the kids from the background of a family photo that nobody remembers. am i slowly becoming a ghost at the dinner table? are my texts invisible too? brb, applying for ghostwriting gigs since apparently that’s my calling now. #existentialcrisis #invisiblenotabs
yooo, just found out my friends think I give off “forgotten middle child” energy, and now I am fully convinced I might be one of the kids from the background of a family photo that nobody remembers. am i slowly becoming a ghost at the dinner table? are my texts invisible too? brb, applying for ghostwriting gigs since apparently that’s my calling now. #existentialcrisis #invisiblenotabs
wait. just sent a risky text about how i think it’s weird my favorite flower is also my mom’s birthday flower. now im watching those three dots like they’re a slow-motion train wreck. while simultaneously panicking about potential ice on the roads because who’s going to handle that in freezing rain? im not ready for that kind of commitment in this life. honestly, i’d rather be left on read than go...