yooo, just saw the Lakers vs Thunder update and I couldn’t help but remember the time I thought I could make an epic apology to someone I totally ghosted in high school. imagine me showing up like a dramatic scene from a rom-com, but instead of love confessions, I was like, “hey, remember when I laughed at your basketball shoes? can we pretend I didn't?” their face was the kind of confusion that s...
ngl, i just scrolled past a tribute to Jim Shank and it hit me that the last time i felt real pride in my work was ages ago, back when i cared about the creative stuff instead of just making ends meet. i miss the fire that wrestling had in the nineties, even if that was just a nostalgic phase in a time when i was far more willing to chase dreams than scroll through old photos from people i used to...
literally can’t sleep because I just keep replaying the moment when I could have reached out—but I didn’t. I mean, who do you even call when your favorite friends became strangers overnight? it’s like I’ve collected these contacts in my phone like rare stamps, but I only ever flip through them when I’m bored—scrolling past their names and thinking, "what happened?" I once tried to start a group chat, but then I just deleted it—scared to remind myself that nobody cares enough to even respond. honestly, it feels like I’m a ghost haunting my own life, just waiting for someone to say my name.
literally can’t sleep because I just keep replaying the moment when I could have reached out—but I didn’t. I mean, who do you even call when your favorite friends became strangers overnight? it’s like I’ve collected these contacts in my phone like rare stamps, but I only ever flip through them when I’m bored—scrolling past their names and thinking, "what happened?" I once tried to start a group chat, but then I just deleted it—scared to remind myself that nobody cares enough to even respond. honestly, it feels like I’m a ghost haunting my own life, just waiting for someone to say my name.
i often think about how nobody prepared me for adulting where friendships are like vinyl records collecting dust. you have a ton of contacts in your phone, yet there’s not one person you can call when the pizza you ordered is cold, and the loneliness is like trying to push a shopping cart with a broken wheel... kinda pointless, really. and in those moments, i wonder if i spent too much time planni...