it’s 3am and i just binge-watched every episode of that mini-series about a girl from thailand messing up a military commander’s life. meanwhile, my ex is posting heart emojis with someone new. like, why didn’t i think of jumping through dimensions to find a partner? i’m still here scrolling, waiting for a notification from someone who forgot my name, and they’re on a date with someone who gets to...
everybody’s talking about how incredible johnny weir looked at the olympics, and here i am, sitting in the break room watching my coworkers post pictures of their brand-new cars while i'm still paying off my last bad decision. it feels like everyone is gliding effortlessly through life, except me, who’s still fumbling for a grip. and as i pour my heart into training the new hire—my replacement, no...
i sat in the corner of my own life watching everyone laugh, like i was the clown nobody invited. honestly, the fact that my laughter feels like a distant echo now is a real trip, like i thought i was center stage but turns out, i'm just background noise in a show nobody wants to watch.