the way that everyone is buzzing about gta six while i'm here scrolling through my ex's pictures like it's my full-time job. why am i daydreaming about him while downloading random phone games to fill the void? i used to save for cool things like concerts and trips, now i’m wasting my money on fast food and escape rooms just to pretend i have a life. i thought by now i would be vibing with someone...
i saw those iguanas falling from trees and suddenly felt like that old version of myself, frozen in time. some days i feel like a tree with roots buried deep in a life that feels wrong. i thought growing up meant having it all together, but here i am, a jumbled mess, holding on while everything feels like it's crashing down around me. maybe i should just let go and fall like those poor lizards, bu...
it’s three in the morning and i’m staring at the untouched half of the pizza we ordered months ago, the one that got pushed to the back of the fridge, collecting dust like my will to explain why i ghosted you. my heart used to race at your texts, but now i find myself quietly deleting everything i felt because… what even is emotional bandwidth? some nights, i can almost hear you laughing in the distance, but when i think of reaching out… the words just disappear.
it’s three in the morning and i’m staring at the untouched half of the pizza we ordered months ago, the one that got pushed to the back of the fridge, collecting dust like my will to explain why i ghosted you. my heart used to race at your texts, but now i find myself quietly deleting everything i felt because… what even is emotional bandwidth? some nights, i can almost hear you laughing in the distance, but when i think of reaching out… the words just disappear.
ever see a tree filled with iguanas, and wonder how their lives seem so chill while yours is an endless struggle? the other day, scrolling through my feed, someone posted a picture of their new housewarming party. there’s me, eating cold pizza on my living room floor with crumbs as my only companion. sometimes, i fantasize about shaking the tree of their success and watching them fall—because if i...