last night, i discovered my family had infiltrated my social media accounts. as they scrolled, i sat there, sweating like i just got caught with a stash of candy after a dentist appointment. they stopped at the post about the fifteen different ways i daydreamed about getting lost in a grocery store so i could find myself. my mom looked at me with a mix of concern and judgment, and that’s when my d...
just heard about myha’la’s secret wedding and now I’m literally manifesting an entire reality where I have my dream life on a budget. three days before my rent is due and I’m convinced my soulmate is going to show up, unannounced, holding a bouquet made of money and my ideal pizza toppings. like, honestly, am I not worthy of such divine intervention? here I am, watching my phone for a miracle, as ...
wait, so I ran into someone I used to know who literally sat next to me in fourth grade during that time we thought trading juice boxes was a high-stakes economy, and now they looked straight at me like I was a background extra in their life movie. like, did they genuinely forget our whole eight-hour long conversations about which Pokémon was better? or is it because I accidentally referenced my obsession with obscure snacks, like are they trying to distance themselves from my deep passion for nacho cheese powder? I might need to write a three-page letter about how our childhood friendship literally molded me, only to find out that it just vanished in the snack aisle of life.
wait, so I ran into someone I used to know who literally sat next to me in fourth grade during that time we thought trading juice boxes was a high-stakes economy, and now they looked straight at me like I was a background extra in their life movie. like, did they genuinely forget our whole eight-hour long conversations about which Pokémon was better? or is it because I accidentally referenced my obsession with obscure snacks, like are they trying to distance themselves from my deep passion for nacho cheese powder? I might need to write a three-page letter about how our childhood friendship literally molded me, only to find out that it just vanished in the snack aisle of life.
it's not that i'm obsessed with अमेलिया केर or anything. it's just that when i accidentally sent a whole breakdown of her stats to the group chat instead of my mom, my heart dropped. now my friends think i'm launching an online fan club instead of figuring out how to stop crying over my unmade bed and unpaid bills. i'm in deep, and honestly, i don’t know which is more painful: my chaotic personal ...