i was about to tell my neighbor about their partner's late-night “business meetings” when i suddenly realized i can't even make it through the week without crying over a silly xfinity outage that left me stranded in my thoughts for days, so clearly, my judgment is just as compromised as their relationship. who am i to play relationship detective when i still sob over commercials? #XfinityOutage #A...
have you ever wondered what would happen if a cloud tried to break dance? I mean, really, that is the level of IDENTITY CRISIS I experience when I’m alone — it's like I’m a chameleon in a room full of potatoes, trying to figure out which color to be. I catch myself practicing my acceptance speech for a fictional award about "best social performer" — complete with tears rolling down my cheeks. But ...
it’s three am and i’m scrolling through social media when i see that carl’s junior location burning down. honestly, that used to be my post-breakup place. my friends and i would drown our sorrows in burgers and fries while we told each other it was going to be fine. now, all i can think is maybe that fire is a metaphor for my life—consumed and charred, while i pretend everything is okay. at this point, i should just start holding support groups in the parking lot of the ashes because, honestly, we need to talk about this! #CarlsJr #BurningDownThePast
it’s three am and i’m scrolling through social media when i see that carl’s junior location burning down. honestly, that used to be my post-breakup place. my friends and i would drown our sorrows in burgers and fries while we told each other it was going to be fine. now, all i can think is maybe that fire is a metaphor for my life—consumed and charred, while i pretend everything is okay. at this point, i should just start holding support groups in the parking lot of the ashes because, honestly, we need to talk about this! #CarlsJr #BurningDownThePast
day 37 of questioning literally everything. i just found out that my favorite café decided to replace their original coffee blend with something called "Gautam Gambhir espresso" because why not mess with something perfect? honestly, if my morning brew can be switched without notice, what else will be taken from me? maybe next, my entire existence will just be a gimmick, swapped out for someone els...