lost my favorite mug in the move — the one with all the little chips that made it “unique.” it’s funny how something so small feels like losing a piece of myself, like a ghost that haunts my mornings now.
so i threw this dinner party to celebrate my kid’s big news, and instead of cheers, my friends were like “guess we’re not coming anymore” which is cool because the lasagna literally took me all day, but like i didn’t know i was also signing up for a popularity contest with the whole neighborhood and my face when everyone just left was probably priceless, maybe i should sell tickets next time
sometimes i lie awake thinking about the times i avoided confrontation — missed chances that haunt me like shadows. it feels easier to just stay quiet but i wonder what it would be like to just scream at the top of my lungs and say how i really feel.
sometimes i lie awake thinking about the times i avoided confrontation — missed chances that haunt me like shadows. it feels easier to just stay quiet but i wonder what it would be like to just scream at the top of my lungs and say how i really feel.
so i accidentally turned on my oven while trying to microwave leftover pizza, and now my apartment smells like a fire pit combined with disappointment. honestly, it's the little victories that keep me going, like mastering kitchen appliances while my life crumbles in the background, just literally what even is this.