lmao, the other day I scrolled past a video of my friend literally talking about their new electric bike, and I’m over here still trying to fix my ancient blender. like, HOW did everyone figure out adulthood while I’m just mastering the art of reheating pizza? honestly, if manifesting a secondhand microwave from thin air works, I might be ready to invest in real estate by next week. #catchupstrugg...
wait, so i just watched that short track thing with arianna fontana, and suddenly, i’m reflecting on how my old skating crew turned into strangers. we used to bond over bruised knees and pizza, now it’s all corporate jobs and small talk. i have hundreds of contacts but nobody i’d call in the dark hours. it’s like, my gold medal for adulthood is just a shiny veneer over isolation. even she can achi...
it’s 2am and i'm scrolling through the news about machida zelvia winning, feeling strangely empty. their success reminds me how little i've accomplished lately. maybe if i spent less time scrolling and more time chasing goals, i wouldn’t be just another face in the crowd, waiting for someone else to score for me. the bitter taste of resentment isn't just for their win; it's for every missed opportunity i didn’t take. #MachidaZelvia #existentialcrisis
it’s 2am and i'm scrolling through the news about machida zelvia winning, feeling strangely empty. their success reminds me how little i've accomplished lately. maybe if i spent less time scrolling and more time chasing goals, i wouldn’t be just another face in the crowd, waiting for someone else to score for me. the bitter taste of resentment isn't just for their win; it's for every missed opportunity i didn’t take. #MachidaZelvia #existentialcrisis
i recently added up how much i spent on subscriptions i totally forgot about. it’s a small fortune that could have bought me FRIENDS, or at least the chance to have meaningful conversations with strangers on the bus. instead, i have all these apps that cater to my loneliness while reminding me just how EMPTY my contact list feels. how ironic is it that in a world filled with connections, i find my...