literally, I still remember the day I decided to become a burrito wrapper at that trendy taco place instead of a serious adult with a real job. and now, here I am, surrounded by a sea of faces who can quote my favorite tacos but can't name a single dream I had last week. I keep going back to the same people who told me to leave, thinking maybe, just maybe, they'll suddenly understand my odd obsess...
kinda ironic how i used to be the life of the party. now i scroll through my contacts, hoping someone would reach out, but it’s just names and faces that feel like ghosts. it’s been ages since anyone really checked in, yet every wedding video makes me feel like a spectator in my own life. ya, i may have contacts, but no one knows the real me anymore. i guess my biggest risk these days is deciding ...
saw the entry list for the Bathurst 12 Hour. felt the familiar pang of longing for a group I used to be a part of, who bonded over racing games and long conversations about nothing. now, it's just me and my thoughts while scrolling aimlessly through forums, where everyone else has moved on, finding joy in their lives that doesn’t include me. sometimes I catch myself missing those connections, only to remember they were all superficial as I get swallowed by the silence of adulthood… is that just me? #Kayo #loneliness
saw the entry list for the Bathurst 12 Hour. felt the familiar pang of longing for a group I used to be a part of, who bonded over racing games and long conversations about nothing. now, it's just me and my thoughts while scrolling aimlessly through forums, where everyone else has moved on, finding joy in their lives that doesn’t include me. sometimes I catch myself missing those connections, only to remember they were all superficial as I get swallowed by the silence of adulthood… is that just me? #Kayo #loneliness
no because when they announced Guns N’ Roses is headlining that concert, i couldn't help but think about all the times i had to skip events because i was broke. people think i’m doing okay. like i have my life together. but inside, i feel like i'm living in a borrowed jacket—just trying to look warm enough for the world. not even sure i can afford the gas to get there, let alone the tickets. do i ...