last night, i scrolled through endless pictures of exes at their wedding receptions while my heart sank deeper with every smile and sparkle, it's crazy how much of my identity was woven into those past relationships, now here i am, navigating awkward small talk with randoms while hoping the colombo weather will somehow cure this weird ache of longing for connection, sometimes i think about how i h...
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not gonna lie, I cheated on a test that landed me my dream job. I spent the night before searching “how to cheat without getting caught,” while shoving leftover pizza into my face like I was training for the cheat Olympics. when the big day came, I scribbled my life away on the back of my hand—my secret notes blending in like a tattoo nobody would ever admire. and here I am, sitting in this open-plan hellhole, trapped in meetings that sound like a blender full of despair, wondering if my coworkers can see the guilt oozing out of my pores while I nod along like I’m a model employee, plotting how to master the art of existential dread.
not gonna lie, I cheated on a test that landed me my dream job. I spent the night before searching “how to cheat without getting caught,” while shoving leftover pizza into my face like I was training for the cheat Olympics. when the big day came, I scribbled my life away on the back of my hand—my secret notes blending in like a tattoo nobody would ever admire. and here I am, sitting in this open-plan hellhole, trapped in meetings that sound like a blender full of despair, wondering if my coworkers can see the guilt oozing out of my pores while I nod along like I’m a model employee, plotting how to master the art of existential dread.
the way that everyone expects me to outperform my cousin who’s having panic attacks, while I’m just sitting here figuring out how to handle the fact that I cry at ads for orange juice. when will my family realize that being the ‘responsible one’ feels less like a compliment and more like a punishment? but hey, at least nobody asks me how I’m really doing. we all keep pretending like that makes it ...