my toxic coworker got promoted, and now they’re my boss. i caught them eating my snack last week and pretending to like it while the whole office watched me just act like everything was fine. little do they know, i have receipts—emails from when they claimed they were “just helping” during team projects, but we all saw them sabotage me for the last promotion. if only the FDA could approve me a goo...
it's 2:37 am and i'm sitting on my bathroom floor, staring at the toothpaste tube like it's hiding the answer to my entire existence. i literally just told my friend i brushed my teeth twice today, but i haven’t done it once. like, why did i say that? now i'm spiraling over this tiny lie—because what does it even mean that i have to fabricate these pointless details? it's as if every small betraya...
just realized that when my parents showed up unannounced, they thought i had my life together because my living room has that “i really tried” aesthetic, when in reality, the only thing keeping me alive is the collection of expired takeout containers hiding under my couch. like, the stack of bills is taller than my cat and i was frantically shoving them into a shoebox while pretending to discuss the “stock market” or whatever with my dad. i swear i almost broke down crying over a pair of dusty slippers because those are my only form of self-care at this point.
just realized that when my parents showed up unannounced, they thought i had my life together because my living room has that “i really tried” aesthetic, when in reality, the only thing keeping me alive is the collection of expired takeout containers hiding under my couch. like, the stack of bills is taller than my cat and i was frantically shoving them into a shoebox while pretending to discuss the “stock market” or whatever with my dad. i swear i almost broke down crying over a pair of dusty slippers because those are my only form of self-care at this point.
not gonna lie, i sat in my car practicing an acceptance speech for “Employee of the Month” while knowing i make less than the new hire i trained last week. they have a college degree and fancy skills; i have a lifetime of ‘doing it all for less.’ as i practiced, a raccoon casually rummaged through the dumpster nearby, and somehow it felt like a metaphor for my whole life. i can’t help but wonder i...