it’s midnight, and i just discovered i’ve been paying for three streaming services i haven’t used since last spring, and now im crying because my neighbor is blasting a replay of the indiana basketball game, and somehow this feels like a personal attack as i question why i keep pretending that i’ll ever watch sports when in reality, im just a glorified couch potato watching old cooking shows while...
not gonna lie, I just found myself staring at my reflection, and the look in my eyes was basically me asking “where did I go wrong?” and for a split second, I saw my parents staring back too. it hit me like vinícius júnior scoring a goal — pure shock but also like, yeah, that’s what the universe thinks of my life choices. you ever just look at yourself and wonder if your wardrobe is funeral-ready?...
day 47 of thinking my barista hates me. i mean, how many awkward silences do we need after they gave me the wrong drink? now im avoiding that café like its the plot of a bad movie. meanwhile, they probably didn’t even notice i’m gone, just like the coach of a team losing its way while complaining about injuries. do they care about my caffeine crisis? nah. #Napoli #caffeineconfessions
day 47 of thinking my barista hates me. i mean, how many awkward silences do we need after they gave me the wrong drink? now im avoiding that café like its the plot of a bad movie. meanwhile, they probably didn’t even notice i’m gone, just like the coach of a team losing its way while complaining about injuries. do they care about my caffeine crisis? nah. #Napoli #caffeineconfessions
day 37 of pretending it didn’t happen. unsent a message about my sock drawer organization but they already saw it. now they think i’m an 80s sitcom character who's emotionally attached to color-coded socks. they will never understand the IMPORTANCE of sock synergy.