last night, I realized I still have a stack of unpaid parking tickets from three different cities—all because I keep avoiding the inevitable financial horror show. meanwhile, everyone thinks I’m living my best life, but honestly, my version of “luxury” is buying fancy toilet paper so I can wipe away my pride.
not gonna lie, I’ve started arguments in my head so often that I’m mad at people for things they never even said. like, how do I get to the point where I’m resenting someone for a conversation that only exists in my imagination? am I that bored with reality, or just desperate for conflict? it’s wild that I’ll sit there crafting comebacks while they’re completely unaware.
ok but do you ever find yourself staring at the ceiling at three a.m., thinking about how you chose the path of “practicality” and now you’re just an over-caffeinated, underwhelmed human shuffling through a life that feels like a series of obligations? like, I can't remember the last time I did something spontaneous. I planned everything out and now I have this routine that feels more like a prison than a life. I mean, even my toothpaste has a schedule at this point.
ok but do you ever find yourself staring at the ceiling at three a.m., thinking about how you chose the path of “practicality” and now you’re just an over-caffeinated, underwhelmed human shuffling through a life that feels like a series of obligations? like, I can't remember the last time I did something spontaneous. I planned everything out and now I have this routine that feels more like a prison than a life. I mean, even my toothpaste has a schedule at this point.
no, because the way that I turned down a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to star in a musical, thinking I was too cool for it. now I’m sitting in my living room watching someone I barely know belt my favorite song while I rehearse my lines in the shower. you know you’ve hit rock bottom when you’re giving standing ovations to your ex-classmate on stage while in a bathrobe eating stale popcorn. somet...