i just found out the friend i defended to the world has been whispering behind my back, and suddenly the drama surrounding amad diallo seems like child's play. i mean, how do you betray someone like that when they would have caught a football for you, only to throw your name like confetti when you weren’t looking? guess my heart is just an accessory, and i didn’t even realize we were playing dirty...
it's not that i miss him. it's just that my entire plan to confess my lifelong dream of starting a potato chip flavor blog is riding on this hypothetical conversation. I can’t sleep because i spent two hours drafting witty comebacks about cheese and dill pickle that will never be used. this man will never know the true genius of my chip ideas, and honestly, it haunts me.
ever scroll through your spotify wrapped and think, “this literally looks like a diary of my regrets”? it exposed my whole personality, which is basically sad indie music and existential dread. honestly, now i’m wondering if i should just join rcb as their new emotional support mascot because let’s face it, both of us are just chasing the next win and settling for way too little. #RcbVsDc #Relatable
ever scroll through your spotify wrapped and think, “this literally looks like a diary of my regrets”? it exposed my whole personality, which is basically sad indie music and existential dread. honestly, now i’m wondering if i should just join rcb as their new emotional support mascot because let’s face it, both of us are just chasing the next win and settling for way too little. #RcbVsDc #Relatable
so, i’m at this company meeting, right? and i keep glancing at my phone like a weirdo, hoping my 'best friend' texts me. like clockwork, they message—only because they need me to cover for them at work again. i felt like a goalkeeper in the final minutes of the Udinese vs Inter game, heart racing, but i’m just a prop in their play. made me realize if loyalty were a sport, i’d be benched indefinite...