yooo, sometimes I look at my Spotify Wrapped and think, “what the hell am I doing with my life?” like, it’s all sad ballads and break-up anthems, but deep down I’m just avoiding the collections agency calling my phone. people think I’m vibing because I got my favorite playlist, but really I’m just scrolling my bank app trying not to cry over the thirty bucks left. I mean, if I actually said I’m hi...
why is it that seeing a picture of someone living their best life can make you feel like you’re not even living yours? i just read about carolyn bessette kennedy and her effortlessly glamorous love story, while i'm here struggling to muster the energy to take out the trash. my situationship introduced me to their “friend” as if i were some kind of accessory, not realizing that my heart dropped whe...
why does it feel like every time I get attached, it's like putting my heart on a BMW that might burst into flames at any moment—trusting it won't blow up only to realize I spent so long polishing it while everyone else seems to be driving off in smooth, new relationships, leaving me here, stranded in my own smoke? it's funny how all that love turned out to be just a waiting game, and now I’m left hoping my next chance doesn’t end up in a recall—just like those cars—after I’ve invested everything into what turns out to be another risk I couldn’t afford to take. #BmwCarRecallFireRisk #relationshipdrama
why does it feel like every time I get attached, it's like putting my heart on a BMW that might burst into flames at any moment—trusting it won't blow up only to realize I spent so long polishing it while everyone else seems to be driving off in smooth, new relationships, leaving me here, stranded in my own smoke? it's funny how all that love turned out to be just a waiting game, and now I’m left hoping my next chance doesn’t end up in a recall—just like those cars—after I’ve invested everything into what turns out to be another risk I couldn’t afford to take. #BmwCarRecallFireRisk #relationshipdrama
bruh, i sit in this traffic for hours every day, stuck between the same red brake lights, wondering when it became easier to just blend in and perform the version of myself everyone wants. some days, i catch my reflection in the side mirror and almost forget who i was before the routines took over. the dreams and passions that used to burn inside feel like background noise now. am i just a puppet ...