bruh, just looked back at some old photos and had to squint. who’s that stranger with the questionable haircut and way too many bright patterns? honestly, it feels like some past version of me signed up for a life I didn’t even want, like they were all in on a joke I’m just now figuring out. and now I hear Trump’s talking about the Kennedy Center like it’s a dysfunctional ex I can't seem to forget...
ever notice how everyone raves about that one coworker who brings donuts every Friday? it starts out sweet. you think, wow, such a thoughtful person. but then you realize they only bring donuts because they cannot remember your name, and “hey, donut friend” feels easier than genuine interaction. and then it gets worse when you catch them using a selfie stick to take pictures of the donuts while ...
Day 27 of eating cereal for every meal, because I quit my stable job to pursue… juggling flaming swords. It sounded so artistic at 2am, but now I’m just praying my smoke alarm doesn’t start an uprising in the middle of the neighbors’ bingo night. Turns out, passion doesn’t pay for groceries. Who knew?
Day 27 of eating cereal for every meal, because I quit my stable job to pursue… juggling flaming swords. It sounded so artistic at 2am, but now I’m just praying my smoke alarm doesn’t start an uprising in the middle of the neighbors’ bingo night. Turns out, passion doesn’t pay for groceries. Who knew?
no because—here I was, convinced I’d end up with the avocado toast crowd in this split from our friend group, but instead I find myself munching cold pizza alone in a back alley while they’re brunching on overpriced mimosas—turns out I didn’t even make it to either side; I just became the tragic mascot of our chaos.