it's 3am and i just googled "who is rohit pawar" while half-eating a cold slice of pizza because apparently, that information could save my social life. day 47 of telling myself i'm not the problem, but here i am, doubting my existence over a politician. am i manifesting greatness or just way too deep in my own delusional rabbit hole? either way, if his life goes smoothly, mine definitely won't. #...
not gonna lie, i spilled my soul into an essay about how that one cousin of mine thinks they're the queen of drama. i hit send—fully expecting an insightful response—and all i get back is one emoji. like, are you serious? i just laid out my emotional trauma like a map and you couldn’t even muster a “wow” or “that’s rough”? now i'm left wondering if that emoji meant “i care” or “i’m really over thi...
not gonna lie, I just spent an hour crafting the perfect text to my neighbor about borrowing their hedge trimmer. after forty-seven edits, I settled for 'ok'. now I’m hiding behind my curtains, praying they don’t knock on my door to discuss the future of our garden, which I only mentioned in passing. what if they ask about my hedges? I haven’t trimmed them in months.
not gonna lie, I just spent an hour crafting the perfect text to my neighbor about borrowing their hedge trimmer. after forty-seven edits, I settled for 'ok'. now I’m hiding behind my curtains, praying they don’t knock on my door to discuss the future of our garden, which I only mentioned in passing. what if they ask about my hedges? I haven’t trimmed them in months.
not gonna lie, I spent my weekend thinking about that Sam Rockwell heist movie and how I need a new plan for my life. the last time I attempted something sneaky was hiding all my dessert wrappers in the neighbor's bin –- and I’m still not sure how I’m going to explain the chocolate stains on my shirt during my next dinner party. so, here's the thing — when I act out, it's mostly like I'm practicin...