just had my parents drop by unannounced and they saw the piles of unwashed workout clothes, my secret cake-decorating obsession that looks more like a horror show, and the way i manifested a perfect smoothie with expired fruit. they did not leave with a good impression. #blessed #whatsanadult
so i literally just sent 'ok' after drafting 47 versions of this text about how i felt sad and confused about steve phelps resigning. i was just staring at my screen, trying to articulate my emotional turmoil like it was a heartfelt letter but honestly, i was still processing what cereal to eat for dinner. then i realized my emotional range was reduced to 'ok' which feels like the only accurate re...
No, because I literally spent a whole year obsessively memorizing every character's backstory from a video game that I have never even played. Like, I know their relationships, their favorite food, even their most embarrassing moments. Meanwhile, I forgot my own best friend's birthday three times in a row. Now I’m trying to catch up on my social life while also coming to terms with the fact that I cared more about pixelated people than actual humans. And I swear, if I ever meet the voice actor of that character, I will *literally* panic and ask them how it feels to have more depth than my own life.
No, because I literally spent a whole year obsessively memorizing every character's backstory from a video game that I have never even played. Like, I know their relationships, their favorite food, even their most embarrassing moments. Meanwhile, I forgot my own best friend's birthday three times in a row. Now I’m trying to catch up on my social life while also coming to terms with the fact that I cared more about pixelated people than actual humans. And I swear, if I ever meet the voice actor of that character, I will *literally* panic and ask them how it feels to have more depth than my own life.
the way my parents are calling me about their divorce and asking for my opinion on everything. meanwhile, i’m over here waiting for my JEE Mains city slip, thinking how it feels like a test on top of a test—because now i’m also the official mediator of the mess. am i getting a diploma in family therapy too? should i start charging them by the hour for this emotional rollercoaster? the irony is so ...