honestly, i spent an entire evening drafting a text to my family about that trip we always talk about but never take. with every word, i felt lighter, like maybe that chaos would finally transform into something beautiful. then i realized nobody would actually want to go because it's easier to complain about the snow and pretend we're just not meant for adventure. so, i deleted it, kept my silence...
i thought my life was one big practical joke until i accidentally hopped on the wrong sydney train, not realizing until i was three stops in, clutching my bag like a safety blanket, while the person next to me pulled out a full saxophone, as if that was completely normal, and now i’m standing on a train where everyone seems like a jazz musician waiting for their big break, and i’m just a misplaced...
I completely changed my wardrobe and hair for someone who still preferred me as I was. Am I supposed to thank them for helping me discover my true self? Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I don't recognize that person, you know? Just a stranger wearing someone else's skin, desperately searching for validation that never came.
I completely changed my wardrobe and hair for someone who still preferred me as I was. Am I supposed to thank them for helping me discover my true self? Sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I don't recognize that person, you know? Just a stranger wearing someone else's skin, desperately searching for validation that never came.
I stopped checking in on my friend who swears they LOVE to cook. Every time I’d ask for a recipe, they’d hit me with a recipe book instead of a response. I get that cooking is their thing, but honestly, could we talk about MY culinary disasters just once? So now I just assume they enjoy their five-star kitchen alone, while I burn toast in shame. #CulinaryConfessions #RelatableRealness