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A few weeks ago, I found myself crying over tea. Not because anything tragic had happened, but because I had steeped it too long and it tasted like bitter regret. It was 11:43 PM. I was sitting on my kitchen…
I Swear I Almost Hugged the Delivery Guy It was one of those days. You know the kind—when the silence in your apartment feels louder than traffic, and you start having full conversations with your plants. “Looking fresh today, Fern.”…
It started with me eating dry cereal on the floor of my closet. No milk. No bowl. Just straight-up handfuls of Honey Bunches of Oats while sitting cross-legged between a winter coat and a pile of unmatched socks. That was…
There was a night I cried over a broken kitchen cabinet. Not because I loved that cabinet, but because it wouldn’t close and neither could I. You know those moments where something tiny cracks and suddenly, you’re full-on sobbing like…
A few months ago, I cried on my kitchen floor because my soup boiled over. Like—boiled. That’s it. That was the crime. A harmless bubble too excited to stay in its pot, and there I was, clinging to the stove…
I almost quit everything over a soggy sandwich. I wish I was joking. But there I was — standing in my kitchen at 11:42 p.m., holding what was supposed to be dinner-slash-late-night-coping-fuel, only to find the bread soaked, the cheese…
I was halfway through crying into a lukewarm iced coffee when I realized something kind of terrifying. It wasn’t the coffee (though, let’s be real, watery caffeine is a personal betrayal). It was the fact that I had no idea…
It started with a granola bar. Not even a good one—like, stale, off-brand, probably-sat-in-my-purse-since-last-winter kind of granola bar. But there I was, sobbing over it on my bathroom floor like it held the secrets of the universe. I wish I…
The Time I Ugly Cried Over an Email I once burst into tears over an email. Not a breakup email. Not even a “you’ve been fired” email. It was a “Sorry, we’ve decided to move forward with other candidates” email.…
The Time I Melted Down Over a Dirty Spoon There was this one Tuesday—gray sky, PMS fog, WiFi acting like it paid rent but did nothing—and I straight-up sobbed over a spoon. Not a fancy one. Just a slightly-stained cereal…