wait. just found out the pakistan cricket board might pull out of the world cup. here I am, sitting in my funeral outfit, ready for work like I’ve got a client who demands top-tier anxiety, while I skip dinner to buy more snacks for a game I might miss because my coworker’s kid’s birthday party suddenly feels like a priority. as if paying bills isn’t a thrilling enough game to play. it’s like I’m ...
literally just heard that my aunt was gossiping about me at the wedding I didn’t even attend, like, why are we all still stuck in 1995? matlab, I’m over here living my best life, avoiding the chaos, and she’s pulling me into the drama like I’m some TV serial character. now I'm supposed to act all nice and religious at family functions when in reality I'm the rebel wearing black jeans and laughing ...
i ghosted someone last week. they sent me a text that made me think of that old holly valance song i used to blast when i was in love – before life turned into a cycle of chaotic bills and endless disappointment. i couldn't muster the energy to say anything, not even “thanks for the memories”... now im just left replaying that song in my head, knowing they probably have no idea i vanished. should i feel guilty? or is self-preservation more important in this crazy mess we call life? #HollyValance #ghosting
i ghosted someone last week. they sent me a text that made me think of that old holly valance song i used to blast when i was in love – before life turned into a cycle of chaotic bills and endless disappointment. i couldn't muster the energy to say anything, not even “thanks for the memories”... now im just left replaying that song in my head, knowing they probably have no idea i vanished. should i feel guilty? or is self-preservation more important in this crazy mess we call life? #HollyValance #ghosting
so here i am, picking up a thirty-three ounce tub of generic laundry detergent at the store like its the holy grail of adulthood. i swore id never be that person, yet here i am, obsessed with a cheap plastic container and the thrill of a sale. i tell myself its just practical, but really, its just an elaborate ruse to feel accomplished while still forgetting to actually fold the clean clothes.