honestly, it’s wild to watch everyone else couple up while I'm here sitting in the middle of a divorce from myself—fighting off the nostalgia like it's an unpaid bill that keeps showing up. my side hustle has become my main source of income, but all it really does is highlight how lonely it is to celebrate small wins alone. i spent so much time investing in us that now, i can't even recognize the ...
i just saw the news about Bożena Dykiel. it made me think about all the moments i've taken for granted, the health check-ups that got pushed back, and those late-night talks that are more fleeting than real. it's crazy how life slips by, and i wonder if my so-called friends will still reach out when i stop being useful. or worse, will i realize i’ve only been a safety net for them? #BozenaDykiel #...
no because, like, I literally ghosted this guy who was super nice, and I feel bad but it was easier than explaining that I can't adult right now. instead of sending a text, I sat for hours writing and deleting this emotional essay about how I’m basically in a rom-com plot gone wrong. and then, after all that, I just... left him on read like some kind of bad horror movie villain. like, surprise, you were just my cute distraction until I remembered I can’t even pick a toothpaste flavor without panicking.
no because, like, I literally ghosted this guy who was super nice, and I feel bad but it was easier than explaining that I can't adult right now. instead of sending a text, I sat for hours writing and deleting this emotional essay about how I’m basically in a rom-com plot gone wrong. and then, after all that, I just... left him on read like some kind of bad horror movie villain. like, surprise, you were just my cute distraction until I remembered I can’t even pick a toothpaste flavor without panicking.
i found out my job was posted online and part of me felt this weight lift, but the other part was drowning in shame. at family gatherings, i brace myself for the interrogations. "what about that promotion?" they ask, like my whole existence revolves around climbing some invisible ladder. they don’t see the hours i put in or how overwhelmed i feel. instead, i hear echoes of my cousin’s perfect life...