i was scrolling and saw the news about harvey barnes, and it hit me. like, literally, i changed everything about myself for a person who wanted me to be someone else, and now i’m sitting here wondering why they still weren’t satisfied. my life feels like it's in a constant loop of me reshaping myself into what others want, like, why? i literally feel like a walking self-help guide gone wrong. am i...
honestly, I was feeling myself, so I posted my "expert analysis" on the Premier League standings thinking I was a sports guru. then, I saw the screenshot. it was sent to the one person I specifically tried to impress, and now they know I literally mixed up two teams. I was convinced I was the next big sports commentator, and now I'm just the punchline of a private group chat. what hurts more is th...
i found out that supporting my team meant putting my whole life on hold. friends are throwing parties while i'm stuck with Netflix and an expired coupon book, counting coins like it’s a treasure hunt. honestly, my inner monologue sounds like “can i really afford that outfit?” as if they care that my personal goal is just to not be broke next month. while the football drama plays out, i'm on the sidelines wondering if this outfit is enough to mask my empty pockets—keeping up the charade while inside i'm just the person who waves at the wrong crowd, trying to not look desperate. # #chronicmisery
i found out that supporting my team meant putting my whole life on hold. friends are throwing parties while i'm stuck with Netflix and an expired coupon book, counting coins like it’s a treasure hunt. honestly, my inner monologue sounds like “can i really afford that outfit?” as if they care that my personal goal is just to not be broke next month. while the football drama plays out, i'm on the sidelines wondering if this outfit is enough to mask my empty pockets—keeping up the charade while inside i'm just the person who waves at the wrong crowd, trying to not look desperate. # #chronicmisery
i don't get why everyone gets excited about cricket. yesterday was just like my last relationship—one minute everything is exhilarating, then bam, i realize no one really knows what's going on. is it the thrill, or am i just being a drama queen, wishing i had that barista's energy to brighten up a boring evening? its like trying to decide if i'm the one being difficult or if the world's just too p...