honestly, i stumbled upon some old texts from my ex, back when they used to actually try. do you remember that energy when you just think everyone's watching your love story unfold like it’s a soap opera? we were the talk of the family gatherings, the chaos of it all seemed so perfectly scripted. but now, here i am, feeling like i need a whole drama series to just explain why i sent those heartfel...
not gonna lie, my family still brings up my ex like he’s some kind of gold medal winner. the other day, my mom looked at my partner and said, “you know, jason always remembered my birthday.” like, excuse me, he also broke my heart in a thousand tiny ways and left for a taco truck one night. but sure, let’s keep glorifying that guy while my partner struggles to remember where we put the remote.
i did the math on how much i spend on novelty socks every year. i mean, we're talking about unicorns, tacos, and even avocados doing yoga. and for what? my feet are warm, but my SOUL is still cold and lonely. turns out, you can’t buy happiness, but you can definitely buy socks that remind you of your terrible choices.
i did the math on how much i spend on novelty socks every year. i mean, we're talking about unicorns, tacos, and even avocados doing yoga. and for what? my feet are warm, but my SOUL is still cold and lonely. turns out, you can’t buy happiness, but you can definitely buy socks that remind you of your terrible choices.
i just realized my so-called best friend only texts me when they need the wifi password—do you ever wonder if they think my router has feelings? like am i just a glorified IT support line for their Netflix binges? but hey, if they keep it up, maybe i’ll charge them an hourly fee—start making this friendship more financially beneficial, you know?