honestly, every time I hear about this Epstein news, I can’t help but think, wow, people care so much about rich people’s drama while I’m just here choosing which frozen pizza to have for dinner. literally, the most controversial thing I did this week was tell my mom I didn't want to come to the family function because the thought of sitting through awkward conversations was... you know, *traumati...
not gonna lie, I catch myself lying about how I actually feel about this indie band just so people think I’m as cool as my Spotify playlist suggests, even though deep down I’m still just here reliving those top-forty childhood memories that nobody else gets. like, do I even know anything about their backstory? should I fake that I love their “raw sound” when I just wish I was on my couch rewatchin...
i am convinced my heart was designed for an MMORPG, not a real-life romance. the hours spent building an online character who shares every emotional trait i lack seem to matter more than the reality of me sitting alone with my gaming console. it’s wild, right? how i would pick a digital avatar's outfit like it’s going to make me feel better about missing someone who never logged on again. isn't it funny how my character is thriving, while i just… keep refreshing the memory of a conversation that was probably forgotten before the last quest ended?
i am convinced my heart was designed for an MMORPG, not a real-life romance. the hours spent building an online character who shares every emotional trait i lack seem to matter more than the reality of me sitting alone with my gaming console. it’s wild, right? how i would pick a digital avatar's outfit like it’s going to make me feel better about missing someone who never logged on again. isn't it funny how my character is thriving, while i just… keep refreshing the memory of a conversation that was probably forgotten before the last quest ended?
not gonna lie, seeing people celebrate their anniversaries feels like a punch to the gut. while they’re out there living their happily ever after, i’m just over here wondering if i even know how to enjoy a moment alone anymore. my ex was my emotional anchor, and without them, it’s like floating aimlessly. last week, i tried to pick up painting, thinking it would help. instead, i just ended up with...