just looked in the mirror and saw my reflection morph into my parents, right in their early thirties, planning an extravagant garden party that never happened. apparently my life’s vision board is just me hosting imaginary events while untagged photos of my ex look on in disapproval. #nobackupplan #lifegoals
no because i was deep diving into an old friend's 2016 Instagram page to see if they still post weird poetry. obviously, I accidentally liked a picture of them making an elaborate cheese platter. now I'm overthinking what the double tap meant. was it supportive? was it creepy? should I DM them a sincere cheese-related confession or just live with the fact that they might think I have a cheese feti...
it’s not that i regret quitting my stable job for my passion. it’s just that now i'm crying over my cold instant ramen while staring at an empty wall like i’m in some weird indie film. can’t tell if i’m pursuing a dream or if i just unlocked a new level of chaos in my life. like, i had a safe job with benefits, but now my biggest risk is whether to add an egg to the ramen or not. oh, the GLAMOUR.
it’s not that i regret quitting my stable job for my passion. it’s just that now i'm crying over my cold instant ramen while staring at an empty wall like i’m in some weird indie film. can’t tell if i’m pursuing a dream or if i just unlocked a new level of chaos in my life. like, i had a safe job with benefits, but now my biggest risk is whether to add an egg to the ramen or not. oh, the GLAMOUR.
honestly, just told my barista that their coffee tastes like love and they responded with 'thank you,' and now i have to live with the fact that i just confessed my deepest feelings to someone who doesn't even know my name.