i wrote a whole text to my crush about how i have a tattoo of a potato just to signify my “rootedness” in awkwardness and then stopped because i remembered he literally just liked a tweet about jalen williams dunking, so clearly he has better things to think about than my starchy philosophy. then i sent myself into a spiral wondering if my entire existence is just a poorly animated side character ...
i found an old photo of my first love tucked inside a dusty cookbook i never open—now every time i pass the kitchen, i can smell the sour regret mixed with burnt cookies i didn’t even make, and it hits me—how did we become strangers? how did i build my entire sense of self around someone who now lives in a memory while i watch everyone couple up in absurdly cheesy public displays that make me ques...
it's three a.m. and i just scrolled through everyone's vacation pictures while my eyes feel like they’re bleeding from staring at this screen—people dancing with their partners, soaking up the sun, making memories, while here i am, single and slowly spiraling, wondering how my biggest trip lately is the twenty-minute drive to the grocery store—what was wrong with me? why couldn't i keep a love that felt like home? instead, i ended up building my entire identity around someone who never asked if they could stay—now they’re living their best life and i’m stuck living through the endless clips of perfect couples on my timeline—just wondering if i should unfollow everyone, or if that would just make me look even lonelier—funny how the more connected we are, the more isolated it feels. #SmartEl...
it's three a.m. and i just scrolled through everyone's vacation pictures while my eyes feel like they’re bleeding from staring at this screen—people dancing with their partners, soaking up the sun, making memories, while here i am, single and slowly spiraling, wondering how my biggest trip lately is the twenty-minute drive to the grocery store—what was wrong with me? why couldn't i keep a love that felt like home? instead, i ended up building my entire identity around someone who never asked if they could stay—now they’re living their best life and i’m stuck living through the endless clips of perfect couples on my timeline—just wondering if i should unfollow everyone, or if that would just make me look even lonelier—funny how the more connected we are, the more isolated it feels. #SmartEl...
ever felt like you’re stuck at the kids' table while everyone else gets to be adults? my friends are booking flights to that big game, the Napoli vs Como showdown, while i’m over here, avoiding my credit card statements like they're an ex who just slid into my DMs. people think i’m okay because i laugh at the jokes, but inside, i’m piecing together ramen dinners like they’re art projects. i just w...