it's not that I don't trust my best friend, it's just... I definitely didn't expect them to tell Janet that I once... ate an entire pizza by myself after a bad breakup. I mean, who brings up someone's guilty pleasures like that? And now, everyone's acting like I'm the resident pizza monster, as if they haven’t had their own moments of chaos with food. I swear, it's like the betrayal of the century...
wait—why does being an adult feel like playing hide and seek, except I forgot to seek? I can’t even find myself in a crowd of familiar faces. I mean, I have hundreds of contacts but can’t recall the last time someone actually knew I existed outside of polite conversations. sometimes I wonder if I could just disappear—like the last piece of cake at a party—no one really notices, but I’m still here,...
the way that i keep circling back to the same person has me feeling like a moth flying into a flame. everyone says i should leave, that it's obvious he's not good for me. but every late night, alone in my thoughts, i remember the small things—like how he makes the best popcorn, and the way he once looked at me like i was the only one in the room. it feels like the safety of familiarity pulls me in, even though it leaves me aching, and every time i think about actually walking away... i just find myself back at his doorstep again, wondering if... #
the way that i keep circling back to the same person has me feeling like a moth flying into a flame. everyone says i should leave, that it's obvious he's not good for me. but every late night, alone in my thoughts, i remember the small things—like how he makes the best popcorn, and the way he once looked at me like i was the only one in the room. it feels like the safety of familiarity pulls me in, even though it leaves me aching, and every time i think about actually walking away... i just find myself back at his doorstep again, wondering if... #
it's not that i care about the snow, or the cold, or whatever they’re warning about—it's just that every time i get one of those weather alerts, it reminds me how many storms i’ve braved alone. typed a heartfelt message, opened my soul like the thawing earth, and all i got back was a single snowflake emoji. a betrayal that turned me into a winter ghost, roaming through a frozen silence. maybe i’ll...