ok but I turned down a huge project because I thought it would fail, and then I see my ex-boss flaunting all these awards for the same thing. like, how did I just watch my dreams get a standing ovation while I’m still here waiting for my hair to stop falling out from stress? it's almost like I should have just trusted my gut… or at least sent an email. #SushantSinghRajput #FOMO
just voice-texted my intrusive thoughts while trying to figure out why my houseplants keep dying. apparently, i think drew petzing is somehow responsible for my plant’s demise. i'm standing here, tears in my eyes, feeling betrayed by a guy who doesn’t even know i exist — meanwhile, my plants just sit in silence, judging me like the audience of an award show i’m pretending to accept an oscar at. ca...
literally had my parents show up unannounced today and they caught me organizing my collection of used tissue packets—don’t ask, I thought I might make art or something. honestly, I panicked and told them it was a very niche installation for my “emotional wellness” phase. now I can't stop replaying my dad’s face when he asked if I was starting a “museum of sniffles.” I might just commit to that title and charge admission.
literally had my parents show up unannounced today and they caught me organizing my collection of used tissue packets—don’t ask, I thought I might make art or something. honestly, I panicked and told them it was a very niche installation for my “emotional wellness” phase. now I can't stop replaying my dad’s face when he asked if I was starting a “museum of sniffles.” I might just commit to that title and charge admission.
honestly, my ex just got promoted to be my boss and it's like the universe is giving me the world's worst plot twist—like one minute, we’re breaking up over text and the next, he's handing out performance reviews while I try to hold back tears. it feels like watching brighton vs bournemouth but instead of football, it’s just my career slowly getting stomped on. do i confront him about our messy hi...