not gonna lie, i caught feelings for someone who said they don't do relationships—and here i am, acting like a cast member in their life without a script. do they even know i exist, or am i just a background character in their carefully curated story? it’s wild how i can stalk their posts like they hold the key to my happiness, while they seem completely unbothered. how did i end up making their l...
literally, I just found a whole pack of expired coupons while cleaning. they’re just sitting there, like a tombstone for all my “shoulda, coulda, woulda” days. honestly, I had plans to use them. you know, buy fancy stuff and impress people? but now, I'm here justifying fast food runs as gourmet experiences, dreaming about what life would be like if I didn’t have to explain to myself why my pizza d...
literally, i pretend to be totally over the time i thought a paperclip was a miniature abstract sculpture. actually convinced everyone it was 'art' and debated its meaning for thirty minutes before realizing it was just a rusty paperclip. and now, i can't look at office supplies without spiraling into existential dread. am i just a person who saw depth in metal and gaslit an entire room? why does it keep me up at night? i should have been an art critic! imagine the reviews. "a compelling exploration of a mundane object." tragic.
literally, i pretend to be totally over the time i thought a paperclip was a miniature abstract sculpture. actually convinced everyone it was 'art' and debated its meaning for thirty minutes before realizing it was just a rusty paperclip. and now, i can't look at office supplies without spiraling into existential dread. am i just a person who saw depth in metal and gaslit an entire room? why does it keep me up at night? i should have been an art critic! imagine the reviews. "a compelling exploration of a mundane object." tragic.
it's 3am and i just realized my aunt thinks i’m a marriage prospect when i can't even prospect a stable health insurance plan. i’m here worried about finding a discount dentist while she’s planning my wedding as if i’m not one outburst away from an existential crisis. the last thing i fought for was to survive a 'duncan powell' level brawl in my mind, and honestly, who has time for a husband when ...