yooo, just saw the news about that family willing to pay for their mom's safe return. meanwhile, my biggest dilemma is deciding whether to buy instant ramen or the overpriced frozen veggies. everyone around me is moving forward, like I’m stuck on pause—watching friends scoop up homes and new cars while I sit here, cringing at my dwindling bank account. and to top it off, I caught myself flirting...
have you ever liked a post while deep stalking, then immediately felt your soul leave your body? yeah, i just did that to a pic of my ex's sister in a revealing outfit that somehow popped up on my feed. instead of simply scrolling past, i hit the heart button while pondering life choices like my current wardrobe is suitable for a funeral… in my mind, it's “just preparing for the worst.” now my “wh...
i just spent the last hour calculating how long it would take me to save for a nice set of kitchen towels, while my friends are posting about their fancy new coffee machines and gourmet appliances. it’s absurd, right? as if saving for basics like functional dishware makes me some kind of minimalist saint in a world of extravagant culinary geniuses. i’m feeling like i’m starring in my own tragedy while they throw grand productions. why is everyone else moving up in the world while i’m over here wondering if I should steal a sponge from the communal sink to dry my hands?
i just spent the last hour calculating how long it would take me to save for a nice set of kitchen towels, while my friends are posting about their fancy new coffee machines and gourmet appliances. it’s absurd, right? as if saving for basics like functional dishware makes me some kind of minimalist saint in a world of extravagant culinary geniuses. i’m feeling like i’m starring in my own tragedy while they throw grand productions. why is everyone else moving up in the world while i’m over here wondering if I should steal a sponge from the communal sink to dry my hands?
it’s day 18 of me wondering why my car smells like sour milk despite no actual dairy ever being in there, and turns out the same friend I stood up for during that “why is he so unreliable” discussion was throwing me under the bus to the others, claiming I just don’t get it. I mean, am I a disaster or just having my sour milk moment? also, how do you even explain that the smell is probably just lef...