forgave them publicly, but inside I know that trust is a fairy tale. like, you can only look at a garden gnome and not think it's going to attack you so many times before it ruins the illusion. I laugh with them, share stories, but every hug feels like putting a fragile vase in the hands of a toddler. I miss the idea of being close to someone, but I'm always bracing for the next slip, and that lon...
not gonna lie, i feel so guilty watching my cousin flaunt his life abroad while i drown in loans. he posts about fancy dinners and weekend trips, and here i am skipping meals just to keep up. when i saw the news about sonam wangchuk, it hit me. he fights for change, and i can’t even fight for my own finances. like, what am i doing with my life? #SonamWangchuk #RealityCheck
i don't even know why i bother getting dressed anymore when i keep seeing everyone else living their cute lives, where did it go wrong? is it normal to feel like a ghost haunting the hallways of love and not even a memory remains? last week i sat in a coffee shop and heard this couple make plans for a future that won't involve me. don't you just love it when you find out your ex is dating someone who hates the very things you loved? how is it possible that they found someone who fulfills the parts of them i barely even knew existed? do i start wearing baggy sweatshirts to really solidify my status as the ‘tragic singleton’? sometimes i wonder if my last heartbreak left more than just bruises, like a fine print label that says 'don't touch, will break your heart.' and let's not even mention...
i don't even know why i bother getting dressed anymore when i keep seeing everyone else living their cute lives, where did it go wrong? is it normal to feel like a ghost haunting the hallways of love and not even a memory remains? last week i sat in a coffee shop and heard this couple make plans for a future that won't involve me. don't you just love it when you find out your ex is dating someone who hates the very things you loved? how is it possible that they found someone who fulfills the parts of them i barely even knew existed? do i start wearing baggy sweatshirts to really solidify my status as the ‘tragic singleton’? sometimes i wonder if my last heartbreak left more than just bruises, like a fine print label that says 'don't touch, will break your heart.' and let's not even mention...
it’s three in the morning, and i just realized that my friend is basically a toaster that keeps popping out the same burnt bread every week — i keep offering to help, but all they do is jam the same mistakes in again, like i’m supposed to be their weird emotional repairman or something. and just like my Aunt Karen at Thanksgiving, i have officially thrown my hands up and started eating mashed pota...