just got a sympathy card for my old name and it felt so bizarre, like literally what even is this. like, am i supposed to mourn a person that is literally still alive but just trying to find my way in the world, or what?
so i was at this like random flea market and accidentally yelled “who wants to buy a haunted chair” instead of just saying “is this for sale” to the vendor. people just stared at me and my friend was dying laughing while i stood there turning beet red, like who am i even
after 4 years of blood, sweat, and tears building my startup, finding out my cofounder forged documents and walked away with everything feels like winning the lottery — if the prize was a broken heart and the only ticket was for the sad clown show of my life.
after 4 years of blood, sweat, and tears building my startup, finding out my cofounder forged documents and walked away with everything feels like winning the lottery — if the prize was a broken heart and the only ticket was for the sad clown show of my life.
sitting on my studio floor with takeout, turned 40 alone, everyone cancelled and it was whatever. i found myself wishing for someone to break the silence but also knowing it was easier this way—maybe i am just tired of needing people.