i spend my nights pacing my tiny apartment, staring at my wall of expired coupons, convinced if i just whisper my dreams of wealth into the universe enough times, maybe they'll come true... but here i am, still buying knockoff brand soap because it costs fifty cents less, wearing a smile so practiced it deserves an award. and when people ask how i'm doing? i laugh, obviously, because they can't se...
just realized i’ve spent years trying to be invisible, apologizing for taking up space. meanwhile, everyone’s glued to the drama of the atlas versus pumas match like it actually matters. do they know that while they cheer, i’m trapped in this awkward spiral of self-doubt, convinced that my worth hinges on someone else’s game? it’s wild that i can care more about strangers on a screen than my own l...
wait, so I calculated how much I spend obsessing over barista energy, and it turns out I could have been financing a small coffee shop instead of just awkwardly stuttering while pretending to appreciate their latte art—what’s worse is I did all that while a potential UFC champ named Daniil Donchenko was probably somewhere fighting for glory, and here I am fighting for the courage to ask for oat milk. #DaniilDonchenko #hopelessromantic
wait, so I calculated how much I spend obsessing over barista energy, and it turns out I could have been financing a small coffee shop instead of just awkwardly stuttering while pretending to appreciate their latte art—what’s worse is I did all that while a potential UFC champ named Daniil Donchenko was probably somewhere fighting for glory, and here I am fighting for the courage to ask for oat milk. #DaniilDonchenko #hopelessromantic
looking back at old photos, i barely recognize the person smiling back at me. it feels like i traded innocence for this quiet heaviness that lingers. maybe growth looks a lot like loneliness in the end, or maybe i just miss the version of myself who felt like she had a place in the world. funny how a candid snapshot from a random Wednesday feels more like a ghost than a memory. #identitycrisis #no...