if you say the word “supper” i consider that a red flag.
i’m abt to put a dollar in a jar oH mah goodness gracious
destructive urges just to make a change
training is kinda exhausting because it’s like i’m staring at all of the work that needs to be done and i wanna do it bc it’s just sitting there while i wait for my trainee to finish their other responsibilities
it’s so hard not to love you anymore and i can’t tell if im making the right decision. you’re tearing me apart.
all of yall are fake i miss the energy we had with HAGS. those bitches were real
i think it’s good to have a friend who gets mad at you and takes you aside to call you out when you do something harmful.
it’s crazy how much an inflated ego can truly effect you especially if you have an intense internal locus of control.
i freaked out over the texture of my chicken earlier, burritos i had meal planned for the next week and the texture of my chicken isn’t right because i got chicken thighs instead of breasts. i didn’t like them.
in reality, i had spent 3 hours preparing these just to be disappointed by the outcome, and its just one of those things that happen and thats okay.
but instead, i blame myself for getting the wrong type of chicken without realizing it- my disappointment with all of this effort i put in, and im bullying myself over and over expecting a different result. my ego is bruised- all because of a small mistake that anybody could have easily overlooked.
i have 10 burritos that i don’t like, and that’s okay- logically. emotionally it’s not and it’s a wild experience realizing life never truly dealt with learning how to feel disappointment without self deprecation.
These two will be the death of me
yap yap yap