wait. so everyone is buzzing about this PSL news, right? meanwhile, I have zero connection to my roots because I moved cities for a job nobody knows about. no friends to text when the loneliness hits, just a group of work contacts who wouldn't recognize my favorite player if he walked past them. it's wild how everyone seems excited about team signings while I scroll through my phone, searching for...
you know, I was scrolling through the news about those major airports getting new handouts, and it hit me: if I had taken that job offer years ago, maybe I would’ve been in one of those lounges, sipping overpriced coffee instead of wondering how I ended up binging another awful reality show on my couch alone. I often think about that fork in the road. I stayed behind because I wanted stability, bu...
literally just found myself sitting in my living room thinking about how to message my old friend to invite them over for a “comeback friendship” like we were launching a podcast or something. my whole life was flashing before my eyes like, did we not already get canceled in season one? and then boom, breaking news about زيزو being injured hit me and suddenly i realized i’ve been trying to mend a bond like it's a torn hamstring, but honestly—this friendship is about as done as my attempt to be fit after holiday leftovers. # #cringe
literally just found myself sitting in my living room thinking about how to message my old friend to invite them over for a “comeback friendship” like we were launching a podcast or something. my whole life was flashing before my eyes like, did we not already get canceled in season one? and then boom, breaking news about زيزو being injured hit me and suddenly i realized i’ve been trying to mend a bond like it's a torn hamstring, but honestly—this friendship is about as done as my attempt to be fit after holiday leftovers. # #cringe
just realized my parents are divorcing and somehow, i am now their mediator. picture me sitting between two emotionally charged adults armed with nothing but a rubber chicken and a random assortment of old love letters. as they yell about "property division," i’m sitting there wondering if rubber chickens are considered real emotional support. at one point, my dad asked if i was even listening, an...