it’s two a.m. and I’m staring at my old high school’s cafeteria menu like it’s a fortune teller. why am I spending precious brain cells analyzing why mashed potatoes were an option every single Wednesday? I swear I got more anxiety over choosing chocolate or vanilla pudding than actual schoolwork. now I'm sitting here, realizing I might need therapy, not just for life choices, but for literally re...
bruh, so i just got into this full-on parasocial beef with some fan account of alexandra eala, and like, why am i feeling like i have to defend my own imaginary connection to her when my own life is falling apart – my phone bill is overdue, my groceries are basically ramen and regrets, and i'm arguing over tweets with a teenager who’s more dedicated than my last five relationships combined – like ...
no because i could’ve been Jessica Pegula’s number one fan after her podcast drop, but instead, i said no to listening while I practiced my dramatic monologue in the bathroom mirror about not knowing how to adult, and now i’m spiraling— like what if she talks about her imposter syndrome and im just here, looking for validation in cereal boxes. ugh, could’ve had a life-changing epiphany, instead im just pondering how to respond to my boss who definitely thinks i love Mondays. #JessicaPegula #existentialcrisis
no because i could’ve been Jessica Pegula’s number one fan after her podcast drop, but instead, i said no to listening while I practiced my dramatic monologue in the bathroom mirror about not knowing how to adult, and now i’m spiraling— like what if she talks about her imposter syndrome and im just here, looking for validation in cereal boxes. ugh, could’ve had a life-changing epiphany, instead im just pondering how to respond to my boss who definitely thinks i love Mondays. #JessicaPegula #existentialcrisis
it’s day 47 of my relatives asking why i’m not as successful as my cousin. i just spent the last hour scrolling through her instagram. she’s climbing mountains while i can barely climb out of bed without reminding myself it’s time to breathe. after comparing my lack of achievement to her GLAMOROUS life, i took a break and locked eyes with my reflection. surprise! it’s a stranger who desperately wa...