bruh, I just found myself googling how to clean out a vacuum cleaner—like, when did I become this person? My parents used to laugh at me for how clueless I was about housework, and here I am, in my apartment, watching a fifteen-minute tutorial—full-on emotionally invested in the saga of removing the dirt canister. The wildest part? I still cannot find my keys half the time.
bruh, just realized I've been clinging to this weird cycle of scrolling through highlight reels while crying over instant coffee, and then I see Kyle Jamieson getting a shot and I’m like, literally, who am I cheering for? does it matter if he’s playing if I can't even find a reason to get out of bed? honestly, the betrayal of thinking I’d have it all figured out by now hit harder than my neighbor’...
literally turned down a chance to join a kickball league because I was tired, then found out my crush was on the team. now I have to rethink my entire life and why I would rather stay home and binge-watch reality TV instead of kicking balls with people who might’ve been friends.
literally turned down a chance to join a kickball league because I was tired, then found out my crush was on the team. now I have to rethink my entire life and why I would rather stay home and binge-watch reality TV instead of kicking balls with people who might’ve been friends.
ever had a crush on someone who says they don’t do relationships? i got all invested, imagining a future where they eat cereal while we binge terrible reality shows. then i hear about josh shapiro talking about the VP search. suddenly, i’m realizing my life is like that—way more drama than romance. i’m just trying to manifest my way into a stable love life while they’re out here launching politica...