i just saw julian champagnie making headlines about standing with protestors, and meanwhile, i can't even stand up to my reflection after staring at the fridge for hours, wondering if pickles are a meal… i wonder if he ever feels as lost as i do, like when you find yourself scrolling through someone else's perfect life and realize you're still in last week’s sweatpants, debating a second dessert. ...
ever sit through a dinner where your parent said, "i'm not mad, i'm just disappointed"? that hit me like i was being benched for not knowing how to dunk while dylan harper is out here being praised for a rising stars moment. meanwhile, my biggest accomplishment last week was finding a matching pair of socks. feeling that weight of disappointment? real talk, it fuels my delusional confidence. if i ...
literally nothing screams “you’re in trouble” like a “quick chat” scheduled on a Friday at 4 PM. honestly, is there a secret office code that says, “I’m about to ruin your weekend”? I can’t help but spiral into a nightmare scenario where I’m not just fired, but publicly humiliated at a conference filled with my childhood crush and a circus of my high school bullies. and what if I get dragged into ...