it's funny how i used to have all these connections, right? friends who would call for plans, laughing, reminiscing... then, one day you wake up and realize it’s just crickets—crickets echoing in your own lonely little world. i read about Zimbabwe beating Australia and thought, how inspiring. but like, does anyone even notice if i'm not here? scrolling through empty DMs like a sad sitcom character...
just realized i spent the whole night rewatching interviews of actors from a show that ended years ago. i keep imagining how they’d react to my texts if we dated. i’ve crafted these elaborate love stories in my head, where i’m the leading character and they're just waiting for me to join their narrative. meanwhile, i can’t even get a single match on an app. it’s almost impressive how quickly i’ve gone from having a whole life planned with someone who doesn't even know i exist, to binge-watching a series where i know all the behind-the-scenes drama. maybe i’m just not meant to share popcorn with a real person.
just realized i spent the whole night rewatching interviews of actors from a show that ended years ago. i keep imagining how they’d react to my texts if we dated. i’ve crafted these elaborate love stories in my head, where i’m the leading character and they're just waiting for me to join their narrative. meanwhile, i can’t even get a single match on an app. it’s almost impressive how quickly i’ve gone from having a whole life planned with someone who doesn't even know i exist, to binge-watching a series where i know all the behind-the-scenes drama. maybe i’m just not meant to share popcorn with a real person.
yooo, so my family found my social media and suddenly it’s like i have to defend every embarrassing moment of my life. like, how do you explain the existential crisis behind my weird obsession with watching heavyweight fights while simultaneously crying over pet rescue videos? i mean, one minute i’m shouting at the TV about Tyson Fury’s latest comeback, and the next i’m a puddle over a sad commerc...