the way that my secret eating habit became a silent shame fest was almost comical. no one knew I was hoarding leftover Carl's Jr. wrappers like they were evidence of a culinary crime. while my friends thought I was working on a vision board for my future, I was just hoping the greasy remnants would disappear before anyone noticed. so when I heard that fire news, all I could think was maybe it was ...
i was scrolling through old photos, searching for something to remind me of my vibrant self. instead, i found this girl with no clue who she was. my best guess? someone who believed baristas were capable of love at first sight. then bam, xfinity hits us with a major outage, and suddenly that version of me feels closer. maybe i was happier then, but now im just here with a lost Wi-Fi connection, da...
it's not that i wanted to be a coward, it's just that watching someone else take the heat for my crime of eating the last slice of pizza felt like an Olympic event. like, am i supposed to confess to my snack theft or just let my roommate think they miscalculated the order? moral of the story: pizza before honesty is a lesson no one teaches in life.
it's not that i wanted to be a coward, it's just that watching someone else take the heat for my crime of eating the last slice of pizza felt like an Olympic event. like, am i supposed to confess to my snack theft or just let my roommate think they miscalculated the order? moral of the story: pizza before honesty is a lesson no one teaches in life.
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