ok but I was going through old photos and I found a picture of me wearing a hot pink feather boa, dancing alone in my room. honestly, I did not recognize that person. I don’t know if I’m proud of who I’ve become or just mourning the weird, unapologetic joy of that girl. I mean, did I grow up or just learn to suppress my quirks for fear of judgment?
i sat down to clean my art supplies and saw how dusty everything is. like, literally, when did i last pick up a paintbrush? all my friends are posting their stunning pieces, winning contests, while i can't even figure out what color to start with. its wild how you can feel completely lost while everyone else seems to be painting their lives in technicolor. hashtag creativitycrisis, hashtag whereis...
i overheard my coworker bragging about their investment in a popular athlete, and for a second, it stung. they’ve been calling me their 'best friend' all along, but behind my back, they were using our talks for personal gain. i sat in the break room, stirring my cold coffee, feeling that tight knot of betrayal settle deep, as their laughter echoed. i’m not even sure if i’ll confront them or just... walk away? #DjokovicNetWorth2026 #Betrayal
i overheard my coworker bragging about their investment in a popular athlete, and for a second, it stung. they’ve been calling me their 'best friend' all along, but behind my back, they were using our talks for personal gain. i sat in the break room, stirring my cold coffee, feeling that tight knot of betrayal settle deep, as their laughter echoed. i’m not even sure if i’ll confront them or just... walk away? #DjokovicNetWorth2026 #Betrayal
no because the other day I found myself furiously typing a text about how I’d challenge someone to a duel, like it was the 1800s. I wanted to declare my emotional victory as if I was the Keyshawn Davis of confrontation. my fingers were flying across the screen while I imagined the shocked looks on their faces. by the time I finished, I realized I’d never send it because the thrill of crafting chao...