ok but I spent the last two years watching videos of people at Inter Miami games, dreaming I would have that kind of life, while I forgot to wash my hair. suddenly, I remembered I actually have responsibilities like paying my bills, and now I am officially caught up in a financial Bermuda Triangle. the last time I played catch up, I missed a deadline at work, and I lost my job because I thought my...
day 47 of overthinking. i just accidentally sent my 'discussing them' text directly to the person it was about. now they think i’m analyzing their cereal choice like it’s a life decision. i guess they’ll have to face the reality that i’m basically a certified cereal critic in my head. hashtag awkward moment, hashtag cereal for breakfast but heartbreak for dinner.
no because i just realized my notes app is basically a journal of my existential dread, filled with deep philosophical questions like "what if I’m the villain in my own story?" and snippets from my post-midnight rant about how last week’s game made me question my entire life, which now sounds super dramatic in light of Villarreal winning again. they probably don’t have a problem writing a love letter to their own greatness, while I can't even text someone back without rehearsing for an hour. #Laliga #ExistentialCrisis
no because i just realized my notes app is basically a journal of my existential dread, filled with deep philosophical questions like "what if I’m the villain in my own story?" and snippets from my post-midnight rant about how last week’s game made me question my entire life, which now sounds super dramatic in light of Villarreal winning again. they probably don’t have a problem writing a love letter to their own greatness, while I can't even text someone back without rehearsing for an hour. #Laliga #ExistentialCrisis
Story Name: "I Hated My Rich Family—Then I Learned the Truth" Part 10 of 8 I freeze, my breath hitching as I take in Emily’s face—so familiar, yet twisted with pain. “You shouldn’t be here,” she hisses, her eyes flashing like daggers. “Neither should you!” I fire back, my heart pounding against my ribcage. I step closer, adrenaline surging through me. “What are you doing? I thought you wanted ...