lmao, so i just calculated how much time i waste on stuff that doesn’t bring me joy. turns out, my late-night taco runs could have paid for a therapy session. now i’m just sitting here, mourning raj k purohit and my decisions like they both had potential that just faded away. #RajKPurohit #existentialcrisis
if you are in the middle of a storm right now, it can feel like the clouds will never part. but remember, every storm eventually passes, and you have the strength to weather this one. take it one moment at a time, and trust that brighter days are ahead. #Healing #HopeExists #StayStrong
it’s three AM and I can’t stop thinking about the conversation I plan to have with the guy at the corner deli about the meaning of life. like, I imagine myself leaning against the counter, hands on my hips, passionately explaining how a pastrami sandwich can unlock the secrets of the universe. I have crafted an entire twenty-minute monologue, perfect in its delusion. here’s the twist: I have never once ordered a sandwich from him. I am still just the weird person who always asks for extra napkins.
it’s three AM and I can’t stop thinking about the conversation I plan to have with the guy at the corner deli about the meaning of life. like, I imagine myself leaning against the counter, hands on my hips, passionately explaining how a pastrami sandwich can unlock the secrets of the universe. I have crafted an entire twenty-minute monologue, perfect in its delusion. here’s the twist: I have never once ordered a sandwich from him. I am still just the weird person who always asks for extra napkins.
Story Name: "I Found Out My Whole Life Was a Lie: The Truth About My Birth" Part 1 of 4 I’m just about to finish my shift at the diner when an envelope lands on my counter. It's plain, ordinary—except for the way my heart races as I pick it up. I glance around. My boss is busy, customers are oblivious. Curiosity grips me. I tear it open, feeling the weight of fate in my palms. The words inside...