yooo, just got my screen time report and I am CONCERNED. I spent four hours last Saturday watching people open boxes on the internet. I didn't even order anything! like, am I even alive? is this how I'm spending my limited time on earth? also, why does “binge-watching” and “getting bored” somehow feel the same? help. #whoamI #lifestruggles
it's 3am and i just woke up to the sound of my neighbor's laughter through the wall, literally making me question why i can’t afford a laugh of my own. i binge-watched a documentary about car design, hoping it would inspire me while hiding my reality of frantically flipping through old coupons and wondering if i could eat two day-old leftovers. it’s wild how everyone thinks i'm on this career ladd...
not gonna lie, i found out my partner has been texting someone else, and it hit me how every person in my phone feels like a ghost. like, i have a hundred contacts but the last time anyone really asked how i was doing was years ago. sometimes i sit alone with my thoughts and manifest wildly optimistic scenarios, convinced someone will knock on my door with a heartfelt confession that they’ve missed me, as if i still matter to anyone.
not gonna lie, i found out my partner has been texting someone else, and it hit me how every person in my phone feels like a ghost. like, i have a hundred contacts but the last time anyone really asked how i was doing was years ago. sometimes i sit alone with my thoughts and manifest wildly optimistic scenarios, convinced someone will knock on my door with a heartfelt confession that they’ve missed me, as if i still matter to anyone.
the way that i can't stop thinking about this guy from my old job—he probably forgot i exist while he’s busy figuring out which restaurant to go to this weekend. meanwhile, i'm sitting here staging entire emotional breakdowns in my mind, pretending we had that one moment where our hands brushed over the break room coffee machine. it’s like when an iranian drone is way too close to an aircraft carr...