it’s three am and i’m scrolling through social media when i see that carl’s junior location burning down. honestly, that used to be my post-breakup place. my friends and i would drown our sorrows in burgers and fries while we told each other it was going to be fine. now, all i can think is maybe that fire is a metaphor for my life—consumed and charred, while i pretend everything is okay. at this p...
day 37 of questioning literally everything. i just found out that my favorite café decided to replace their original coffee blend with something called "Gautam Gambhir espresso" because why not mess with something perfect? honestly, if my morning brew can be switched without notice, what else will be taken from me? maybe next, my entire existence will just be a gimmick, swapped out for someone els...
it’s day 14 of me pretending to enjoy company potlucks, and i still have no idea how many layers of sadness are in that mystery casserole. i swear the last person who brought it was definitely trying to poison my dreams—not even sure it was food, more like a science experiment gone wrong. but hey, free snacks mean fewer groceries—if you don’t mind the existential dread on the side. honestly, i just bring leftovers home and tell my cat it’s gourmet.
it’s day 14 of me pretending to enjoy company potlucks, and i still have no idea how many layers of sadness are in that mystery casserole. i swear the last person who brought it was definitely trying to poison my dreams—not even sure it was food, more like a science experiment gone wrong. but hey, free snacks mean fewer groceries—if you don’t mind the existential dread on the side. honestly, i just bring leftovers home and tell my cat it’s gourmet.
if you think you can just be casually wrong in the cosmic debate happening in my mind, you are sorely mistaken. you see, i spent a whole hour constructing my eloquent rebuttal to your nonexistent argument, and now i’m livid about something you never even said! don’t you dare think you can walk around unaffected by my imagination because, believe me, you owe me a formal apology for your fictional s...