it's three a.m. and i'm staring at this blank canvas, my heart pounding like it's trying to escape. everyone told me art was supposed to be a form of expression, but mine feels like a confession letter to a crime nobody saw. the twist? the only thing getting painted here is the perfect alibi for the worst decision i never made.
no because the moment I shared my promotion, my friends acted like I just won the lottery. people sent me sad texts like they were attending a funeral, and I couldn’t even celebrate without feeling guilty. now I’m just sitting here watching old reruns—scrolling through my crush's social media history instead of posting anything. does that count as a win? #Tnusrb #unhappiness
yooo, so everyone is talking about Sabalenka and Svitolina like it’s the end of the world. meanwhile, I can’t even afford to buy a snack during a five-hour binge watch of the match, bruh. i declined an invite to watch it at a bar because—i swear—my fridge is so empty i think even the light inside feels bad for me. and here i am, pretending to care about tennis while questioning every life decision that led me to snack-less despair. am i team Sabalenka or just team “what happened to my life”? #SabalenkaVsSvitolina #doyouevenrememberfood?
yooo, so everyone is talking about Sabalenka and Svitolina like it’s the end of the world. meanwhile, I can’t even afford to buy a snack during a five-hour binge watch of the match, bruh. i declined an invite to watch it at a bar because—i swear—my fridge is so empty i think even the light inside feels bad for me. and here i am, pretending to care about tennis while questioning every life decision that led me to snack-less despair. am i team Sabalenka or just team “what happened to my life”? #SabalenkaVsSvitolina #doyouevenrememberfood?
it's not that i avoid my feelings, it's just... after drafting 47 different texts about personal injury lawyers like they were the romance of the century, i finally sent "ok" and realized my emotional support isn't a solid legal strategy against my spiraling rent. turns out crying into a void isn't covered by insurance, just like my decisions on a Tuesday night aren't covered by anything that requ...