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 p...
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 else’s... and I won’t even see it coming. #GautamGambhir #ExistentialCrisis
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 else’s... and I won’t even see it coming. #GautamGambhir #ExistentialCrisis
it’s day 14 of me pretending to enjoy company potlucks, and i still have no idea how many layers of sadness are in that mystery casserole. i swear the last person who brought it was definitely trying to poison my dreams—not even sure it was food, more like a science experiment gone wrong. but hey, free snacks mean fewer groceries—if you don’t mind the existential dread on the side. honestly, i jus...