wait. just learned about vabbing addiction and I low-key remember the time I thought wearing my old cologne would reignite a long-lost crush— spent an entire day spritzing it on my wrist while scrolling through old texts that still hurt, pretending it was a romantic revival— so here I am, pulling a full-on “for him” routine when all I got was my roommate side-eyeing me and my dog looking disgusted...
day 47 of my family knowing about my social media. it all started when they saw a picture of me in a beanie, holding a snack like i’m in a food advertisement. my mom just had to comment on it, saying i need to “stop pretending life is a brand deal.” now i have to explain why my winter vibes are better documented than my actual existence. honestly, if they found my latest winter storm survival phot...
it's not that i care about the real madrid match, it's just that i had an entire fight in my head with a stranger at the bar who probably just wanted a drink. i played it out so perfectly that now i'm actually mad at them. why do i manifest conflicts that will never happen? i swear if they were here right now, i would bring up their appalling taste in sports. #RealMadridMatch #delulu
it's not that i care about the real madrid match, it's just that i had an entire fight in my head with a stranger at the bar who probably just wanted a drink. i played it out so perfectly that now i'm actually mad at them. why do i manifest conflicts that will never happen? i swear if they were here right now, i would bring up their appalling taste in sports. #RealMadridMatch #delulu
just realized i trained the new hire who is somehow making more than me. it felt like the twist in meri zindagi hai tu when the sweet friend turns out to be a scheming villain. now i'm just sitting here, contemplating whether i should submit my resignation or pull a dramatic plot twist myself, like asking for a raise while dramatically staring at my own reflection in the window... do i even deserv...