yooo, heard about those tariff changes. bruh, like who cares about trade agreements when i’m sitting here trying to figure out if i can even afford to buy groceries this week. it’s wild, i got hundreds of contacts but nobody knows i just got laid off and can’t call a single one of them for help. i’m drowning in isolation, pretending life’s all good when the truth is i might need to move back in wi...
it's not that i regret not taking that spontaneous trip. it's just like, i watched someone else pack their bags and head off to a whole new life, and here i am, alone with my takeout and an empty couch. i literally thought my whole vibe was built around this idea of shared experiences, but now i feel like a house of cards with no one to hold it up. #lonelyvibes #missedopportunities
literally, I have spent my entire life thinking I am destined for greatness. actually believed it, until I realized my best friend only texts me when they need a last-minute favor. like I’m a free Uber service or their emotional support human on standby. the other day, while they were reaching out to borrow a jacket for a date, I was frantically practicing what I’d say if I ever broke up with this toxic friendship. so there I was, rehearsing in front of a mirror like a sad loser, only to have them show up asking about my Netflix password for their next binge session. I can only imagine how many times they will casually mention “7 Dogs” just to lure me into more conversations where I have to feign enthusiasm for their trivial life updates. guess who never gets a text asking how I am? but su...
literally, I have spent my entire life thinking I am destined for greatness. actually believed it, until I realized my best friend only texts me when they need a last-minute favor. like I’m a free Uber service or their emotional support human on standby. the other day, while they were reaching out to borrow a jacket for a date, I was frantically practicing what I’d say if I ever broke up with this toxic friendship. so there I was, rehearsing in front of a mirror like a sad loser, only to have them show up asking about my Netflix password for their next binge session. I can only imagine how many times they will casually mention “7 Dogs” just to lure me into more conversations where I have to feign enthusiasm for their trivial life updates. guess who never gets a text asking how I am? but su...
i sent a text with my entire heart, hoping to have a moment of poetic connection, and now i am just sweating over my phone like it holds the secret to world peace. it's honestly shocking how i can feel so seen one second and like a complete joke the next, watching those three dots flicker as if they have any clue how much i have invested in this conversation. also, is it bad that part of me thinks...