everyone's out there buying lottery tickets like they’re searching for their soulmate. meanwhile, i just keep going back to the same toxic relationship, knowing everyone around me is silently thinking, "how many chances can one person get?" it’s like every time i think i’m ready to move on, i look at my life and realize my playlist is basically just the soundtrack to my bad decisions. where's my j...
i heard about the world cup qualifiers and suddenly thought—am i even qualified to be an adult? I sit at this job where “we’re like a family” but nobody talks about the secret credit card bills hidden in the drawer. and can we address how everyone seems to be thriving while i scroll through invoices? there’s a world where some of us survive on hopes and dreams, but really, it’s just anxiety and a ...
bruh, I spent a whole week binging races just to distract myself. all while my cousin was texting me photos of her cute date nights, and I’m here crying over pasta like that’s gonna make it better. honestly, I thought I was running my own race, but the finish line keeps moving, you know? then it hit me — I built my world around someone who didn’t even care enough to wave goodbye. guess I was just pit-stopping while they raced ahead. #12HourBathurst #relatable
bruh, I spent a whole week binging races just to distract myself. all while my cousin was texting me photos of her cute date nights, and I’m here crying over pasta like that’s gonna make it better. honestly, I thought I was running my own race, but the finish line keeps moving, you know? then it hit me — I built my world around someone who didn’t even care enough to wave goodbye. guess I was just pit-stopping while they raced ahead. #12HourBathurst #relatable
yooo, the other day i caught myself creating a whole BACKSTORY for the random guy sitting next to me on the bus. like, this dude could be a secret spy, a disgraced chef, or maybe he just really hates gluten. the wildest part? i realized i probably should have been focusing on my own life instead of crafting fantasies about someone else’s. now i'm sitting here wondering what kind of stories people ...