honestly, i lay awake at night thinking about a woman i barely knew who made an impact without even trying. she was a stranger who stood beside me on a bus, quietly reading a book, and i couldn’t help but wonder what her story was. she will never know how much i envied her calm presence while i was unraveling inside. i could spend hours imagining her life, while mine feels like a series of perform...
not gonna lie, I found myself watching this show where my celebrity crush was dating a fictional character and, oh my god, I felt a rage deep down. like, how is this character even worthy of my love? they don’t even exist. meanwhile, I’m here drowning in this sea of singlehood, wondering how I built so much of myself around someone who isn’t even in my life anymore. it’s exhausting, honestly... an...
it's 3am and i just found out my friends have a separate group chat without me — like, am i just their backup friend or what? my last text was me singing a made-up jingle about laundry, and now i’m left wondering if my pure genius got banned. now i’m considering sending them a one-man band video to remind them of my unmatched talent — spoiler alert: it's just me banging pots together in my kitchen. if they don’t want my show, do they even deserve my laundry jingle? #LiuShaoang #FeelingExcluded
it's 3am and i just found out my friends have a separate group chat without me — like, am i just their backup friend or what? my last text was me singing a made-up jingle about laundry, and now i’m left wondering if my pure genius got banned. now i’m considering sending them a one-man band video to remind them of my unmatched talent — spoiler alert: it's just me banging pots together in my kitchen. if they don’t want my show, do they even deserve my laundry jingle? #LiuShaoang #FeelingExcluded
wait, why does it feel like my life is literally just waiting for things to finish? like, I sat in the kitchen, staring at my empty fridge, thinking maybe I could just turn air into dinner. but honestly, how many meals can you make with a box of baking soda and expired ketchup? it’s a struggle, truly.