its 2am and im staring at my old canvas paintings. they look like a child threw up on an art supply store. but for a split second, i think, “hey, this could be a retro aesthetic.” then i remember, that WAS me. i dont know if i grew or just lost my ability to make terrible choices.
wait. you ever think about how my camera roll is basically evidence for a trial nobody’s gonna charge me with? like there’s fifteen pictures of questionable microwave meals, a blurry selfie where i swear the ghost of a potato is behind me, and don't even get me started on the three-hour video of me narrating the life cycle of a potted plant. clearly, i need to get a hobby or risk becoming an unsol...
liking a post while deep stalking feels like showing up to a crime scene with a neon sign that says, "i know what you did." my heart was racing. i couldn't even breathe. now every time my phone buzzes, i feel like the entire universe is judging my choices. little do they know, i also saw that poorly timed selfie from 2017.
liking a post while deep stalking feels like showing up to a crime scene with a neon sign that says, "i know what you did." my heart was racing. i couldn't even breathe. now every time my phone buzzes, i feel like the entire universe is judging my choices. little do they know, i also saw that poorly timed selfie from 2017.
so, I found out my new neighbor didn’t actually break up with their ex. like, literally every morning, I see them standing at the mailbox exchanging lovingly baked goods. I'm over here with a funeral outfit ready because obviously, if this drama takes a turn, I need to be prepared. honestly, who knew being a next-door neighbor could come with a front row seat to a soap opera?