last night, I scrolled through my camera roll and suddenly questioned every life choice I’ve ever made. why do I have six blurry pictures of my barista smiling while I awkwardly take a sip of my drink? I thought they were candid moments of connection, but really, it looks like I was practicing for a mugshot. how did I end up here, collecting evidence for a case against my social skills?
not gonna lie, my situationship just introduced me as "a friend" at a plant store. like—i stood there holding a succulent that looks like a bad hair day while trying to act nonchalant. do they not see the entire backstory of my horticultural obsession? or should i start using the term "friend" for the random leftovers in my fridge too?
honestly, now that I have to fold laundry while preparing a PowerPoint about team synergy and contemplating what my next meal will be, I get why adults are always tired—it's like living in a real-life game of Jenga but the blocks are your sanity, your workout plan, and your will to cook. literally, I spent an hour staring at my closet debating if I should finally wear that shirt with the avocado on it or just give up on being a functional human today. #adultingishard #whydowelivethisway
honestly, now that I have to fold laundry while preparing a PowerPoint about team synergy and contemplating what my next meal will be, I get why adults are always tired—it's like living in a real-life game of Jenga but the blocks are your sanity, your workout plan, and your will to cook. literally, I spent an hour staring at my closet debating if I should finally wear that shirt with the avocado on it or just give up on being a functional human today. #adultingishard #whydowelivethisway
honestly, just realized the last text I sent had three different typos. so naturally, i have been operating under the assumption that they have me on a list of people to ignore forever, then—three days later—get a 'lol' like my existential crisis was a good joke. like excuse me, I thought my fingers had inadvertently signed me up for a spelling bee gone wrong.