just sent a whole rant about my dry skin to the group chat that was meant for my dermatologist. now i’m picturing the therapist vibes from my friends and it's literally the worst. like they are already too familiar with my emotional baggage and now they have the added layer of my skincare struggle. what if i accidentally wrote, "please recommend a cream, i can’t even wear a full face of makeup any...
it's not that i don't care about the stock market — it's just... i stared at the economic calendar for three hours, waiting for someone to say why i got passed over for that promotion AGAIN. was it the day i accidently spilled my drink on the CEO, or the time i confused a report with my diary entry? -- whatever it is, i can’t stop imagining my life as a fluctuating stock. one day i'm thriving, the...
ok but I just spent an hour crafting a heart-wrenching story in my head about how my succulents are actually my emotional support system. like, I literally rehearsed the scene where I tell them about my day while they soak up sun on my windowsill. I know they cannot talk back, but now I am questioning if they are disappointed in my life choices.
ok but I just spent an hour crafting a heart-wrenching story in my head about how my succulents are actually my emotional support system. like, I literally rehearsed the scene where I tell them about my day while they soak up sun on my windowsill. I know they cannot talk back, but now I am questioning if they are disappointed in my life choices.
literally just wrote an elaborate script for my next grocery trip, detailing every item i would buy. imagined the cashier saying “wow, this is so impressive.” but somehow my second chance at having fun in the produce section went to someone who did their shopping at a different store. now i’m just standing in my kitchen wondering if avocados were ever worth the emotional labor. why did i think the...