My coworker brags about working 80 hours a week. I saw his screen today—he’s had an auto-clicker running on an idle browser game since 9 AM.

I eat ice cream straight from the carton with a wooden spoon while hiding in my walk-in closet.

When you walk past my room at school, I pretend to be studying so you wont see me stare.

My grandmother gave me her prized porcelain plates, and I accidentally chipped one while washing it the very next day.

I accidentally threw away my sister's favorite childhood necklace while cleaning out the closet and let her blame the dog.

I put sriracha hot sauce on scrambled eggs, mac and cheese, and cold leftover pepperoni pizza.

I eat spoonfuls of crunchy peanut butter mixed with maple syrup straight out of the jar while watching horror movies.

I use sarcasm as a defensive armor because I am terrified of letting anyone get close enough to hurt me.

Everyone in my high school class is starting families while I am still trying to figure out my career path.

Our company's "unlimited PTO" policy is a total trap; anyone who takes more than two weeks gets sidelined for raises.

A neighbor leaves his trash cans out blocking the sidewalk all week, so I started putting bricks inside them to make them heavy.

My childhood playground was torn down and replaced by a concrete retention basin, erasing my favorite memories.

I eat spoonfuls of brown sugar straight from the canister when my sugar cravings hit at midnight.

I almost told my parents about our relationship and then decided against it because they would hate each other.

I told my friends I couldn't go out because I was sick, but I just wanted to eat pizza and watch anime in peace.