honestly thought it was just a holiday dinner until my aunt decided we should talk about my “life choices”—turns out everyone was thirsty for more than just the punch i made that tasted like american water with a side of regret, and suddenly they’re asking why i don’t have a “real job” when i was just planning on suggesting a game of charades to drown out the awkwardness—spoiler: i think i need a ...
i was up all night trying to calculate how long it would take to save up for my dream gaming setup—like, four months, right? wrong. i realized it would take me two years if i skipped brunch with friends and didn't buy another pair of fuzzy socks—which is impossible, because those socks are literally my personality. now i’m just sitting here with a stack of ramen, deciding if eating them for every ...
literally just realized my parents had a mortgage and two kids by my age while i still can't keep a cactus alive. honestly, they had dinner parties with actual TABLE SETTINGS, and i just burned my microwave popcorn. like, how did they get it together so quickly? meanwhile, i'm over here trying to figure out what day of the week it is, and i can't even commit to buying a whole plant.
literally just realized my parents had a mortgage and two kids by my age while i still can't keep a cactus alive. honestly, they had dinner parties with actual TABLE SETTINGS, and i just burned my microwave popcorn. like, how did they get it together so quickly? meanwhile, i'm over here trying to figure out what day of the week it is, and i can't even commit to buying a whole plant.
wait, ngl, I spent all night rewatching that obscure movie no one talks about, thinking maybe the main character's existential crisis was a sign I’m meant to reach out to my old pen pal from fourth grade, who now probably believes I’m a total weirdo since I literally wrote them a letter about why bananas should be considered a mood. and here I am, wondering if they're also reminiscing about that w...