yoo, just found out alexandra eala lost her match and literally sat here staring at my walls, questioning all my life choices, like, here I am drafting thirty versions of a text just to hit send on 'ok' while she's out there trying to honor her late grandpa. I don't even honor my plants and they're right in front of me. #AlexandraEala #lifecrisis
if you feel like you are drowning right now, just remember that even the strongest waves eventually recede, and you have the strength to rise above it. #Hope #InnerStrength
it's not that I’m faking happiness... it’s just that I feel more alive sorting my sock drawer by color and fiber blend than I do at the supermarket, and honestly, the socks don’t judge when I start talking to them about life choices. like, who needs therapy when you have cotton blend versus wool blend conversations? but then, am I really content, or have I just lost touch with... wait, was that a dog barking or my existential crisis speaking?
it's not that I’m faking happiness... it’s just that I feel more alive sorting my sock drawer by color and fiber blend than I do at the supermarket, and honestly, the socks don’t judge when I start talking to them about life choices. like, who needs therapy when you have cotton blend versus wool blend conversations? but then, am I really content, or have I just lost touch with... wait, was that a dog barking or my existential crisis speaking?
last night, i realized that they needed space, so i avoided my phone. now i scroll through my feed, and there they are, happily posing with someone else like it’s the Super Bowl of betrayal. meanwhile, i'm stuck here, calculating my life choices like they’re yardage stats. oh, the irony... the only championship i’m playing is between pizza and salad while they’re scoring touchdowns with someone ne...