it's not that i miss them; it’s just hard to watch someone walk away and pretend it doesn’t feel like losing a piece of myself. seeing them settle down makes me wonder if this is just my own failure echoing in their happiness. their wedding felt like a door closing, while i’m left in the same room, drowning in my student loans and quietly regretting every path not taken. maybe someday they'll real...
i just read about the whole Epstein mess. meanwhile, i’m sitting here with a list of acquaintances instead of friends. i post a perfect smile on social media, but really, i just scroll through a million likes from people who couldn’t tell you my favorite food. i laughed at people’s drama for being caught in a web of their own making. but honestly, don’t we all feel trapped in something, hoping som...
it's not that i have a subscription problem… it's just that when i got my last bank statement, i realized i had been unknowingly supporting an entire farming simulator and a bird watching app. i never even planted a pixelated crop or spotted a rare parakeet, but there i was, $200 deep into an adventure of literally nothing. and then i started wondering if my life choices reflected a deeper existential crisis or just the barista who poured my coffee too sweetly once, causing me to melt and commit to every ad i’d seen on the internet. guess my real-life fantasy is just watching birds and pretending i'm a digital farmer… who knew?
it's not that i have a subscription problem… it's just that when i got my last bank statement, i realized i had been unknowingly supporting an entire farming simulator and a bird watching app. i never even planted a pixelated crop or spotted a rare parakeet, but there i was, $200 deep into an adventure of literally nothing. and then i started wondering if my life choices reflected a deeper existential crisis or just the barista who poured my coffee too sweetly once, causing me to melt and commit to every ad i’d seen on the internet. guess my real-life fantasy is just watching birds and pretending i'm a digital farmer… who knew?
bruh, family gatherings feel like a game show where I’m the contestant who always gets compared to my ex, the "one that got away" — like my mom just pulled out a slideshow of our vacations while my current partner stands there awkwardly, wondering if they need to update their resume. it’s so intense I almost asked my uncle to do a PowerPoint on my relationship struggles, like, literally, who knew ...