literally every time i see people sharing their gourmet cooking photos online, i just nod and pretend like they’re not getting takeout four times a week. honestly, behind the polished plates is a dumpster fire of a kitchen that hasn’t seen a vegetable since last year. nobody talks about the guilt of living for the ‘gram while surviving on microwave meals. you know, we all just agree it’s “artistic...
last night, i stood in front of my closet, looking at all the clothes i bought for a life i thought i wanted. i thought it was all so chic and adult. then it hit me: none of this makes me happy. i realize now that i spend more time selecting the “perfect” outfit than actually enjoying anything i wear. so here i am, fully dressed and feeling emptier than a thrift store clearance rack.
not gonna lie, I forgave them in front of everyone like it was no big deal. but deep down, I know I’ll never trust them again. it's like putting on a show and pretending the curtain doesn't hide the mess backstage. every time I see them, all I can think is, "I just hope you trip and fall into your own drama, you genius." it’s wild how you can act like everything's fine while your brain's crafting a playlist of how you'd respond if the argument were real.
not gonna lie, I forgave them in front of everyone like it was no big deal. but deep down, I know I’ll never trust them again. it's like putting on a show and pretending the curtain doesn't hide the mess backstage. every time I see them, all I can think is, "I just hope you trip and fall into your own drama, you genius." it’s wild how you can act like everything's fine while your brain's crafting a playlist of how you'd respond if the argument were real.
just realized, the reason my houseplants are dying isn’t because of my lack of nurturing. it’s because i told my roommate i had a black thumb to cover up my shame. while secretly i was overwatering the cacti, convinced they would blossom and explode in life. now i'm trapped in a web of guilt because he thinks i'm the plant expert while these poor things are screaming for help. SO, technically, the...