it's not that i care about basketball, it's just—seeing that news about Ty Jerome got me spiraling back to when my last situationship ghosted me. it feels like everyone is moving on, and i’m still staring at old texts, questioning why i let myself get that attached. sometimes, i wish they’d come back just to admit they miss me, or better yet, just text me one last time so i can slam the door shut ...
it's two a.m. and my laptop is covered in pancake mix—didn't expect to have a meltdown in the kitchen while trying to master soufflés, right? every family dinner feels like a TED Talk where everyone's sharing achievements while i'm here stirring burnt batter, wondering if my mom's ever going to understand that mastering Mario Kart isn't the same as being a "real success." sometimes i fantasize about showing up with a gold medal just to see her face, but is that even possible? should i just give up and embrace being the family disappointment forever? #delulu #culinarydreams
it's two a.m. and my laptop is covered in pancake mix—didn't expect to have a meltdown in the kitchen while trying to master soufflés, right? every family dinner feels like a TED Talk where everyone's sharing achievements while i'm here stirring burnt batter, wondering if my mom's ever going to understand that mastering Mario Kart isn't the same as being a "real success." sometimes i fantasize about showing up with a gold medal just to see her face, but is that even possible? should i just give up and embrace being the family disappointment forever? #delulu #culinarydreams
yoo, saw the Trail Blazers facing off against the 76ers tonight and it hit me. every family gathering is like being stuck at a game I didn’t sign up for, where everyone’s looking at me like I’m the player who keeps missing shots. my cousins have perfect lives and get cheered on, while I sit there dodging questions about my nonexistent career and love life like a pro. I almost want to stand up and ...