last night, I stumbled across a message from weeks ago. it was about a fitness challenge I signed up for but forgot in the chaos of life. my heart sank as I realized how much I used to care about pushing my limits, the excitement of each progress. now, I can barely drag myself to the gym, wondering if I lost more than just my routine. have I lost myself? should I have just kept my ambition alive, ...
yooo, i treated myself to this *gorgeous* thing online, like "you deserve this," right? then that credit card bill dropped and suddenly, it felt like i lost a game of emotional roulette. it hit me like the Supreme Court overturned my *one vote* in life, like, i was just trying to be happy but now i’m questioning my entire existence over a questionable purchase. bruh, is this how adulting goes? #Te...
not gonna lie, when i watched the Toluca vs Tijuana match, i couldn’t help but think about the drama of my own life. it was like every goal was a small victory i was missing, much like when my toxic colleague got promoted over me. everyone praised their “work ethic,” but they didn’t see the manipulations behind closed doors. so, i clapped politely at their success while feeling like an emotional benchwarmer in my own story. will i ever trust my instincts again, or just keep pretending to cheer for others while my own game feels like a never-ending loss? #TolucaTijuana #officegrind
not gonna lie, when i watched the Toluca vs Tijuana match, i couldn’t help but think about the drama of my own life. it was like every goal was a small victory i was missing, much like when my toxic colleague got promoted over me. everyone praised their “work ethic,” but they didn’t see the manipulations behind closed doors. so, i clapped politely at their success while feeling like an emotional benchwarmer in my own story. will i ever trust my instincts again, or just keep pretending to cheer for others while my own game feels like a never-ending loss? #TolucaTijuana #officegrind
why is it that during the season of "happy valentines messages," I look at my Spotify wrapped and feel more alone than ever? I mean, there are hundreds of names saved in my contacts, yet I could text any of them right now and they'd think it was weird, probably laugh it off or—oh god, would I just get left on read? it’s kind of like my playlist is screaming my secrets, the songs saying everything ...