i woke up this morning to discover my favorite pair of socks are finally disintegrating, which feels symbolic, you know? pretending to have it all together while buying off-brand toothpaste because the fancy stuff feels too indulgent. but hey, the neighbors think i just ordered takeout when really it's a hefty two-for-one ramen deal that i justified with the thought, "it's fine, it counts as a mea...
yooo, i just realized if i hadn’t missed the tax filing deadline last year, i might be sitting on a little extra cash and maybe less anxiety about my "adulting" game, instead, i'm drowning in a sea of regret, questioning every choice since i started watching reality TV because that's where my priorities clearly shifted. could've invested that refund into a class, but here i am, still trying to fig...
wait, so I’ve been practicing this entire monologue in my head about why banana bread is actually a superior snack to every other baked good—because like, it’s fruit, right? but then I realized I was rehearsing in front of my mirror like I’m auditioning for some baking reality show. now I can't sleep because I'm imagining my imaginary friend judging my delivery like "who are you talking to?" but honestly, I think I might open with "did you know bananas were once berries?" before they can even tell me to go home.
wait, so I’ve been practicing this entire monologue in my head about why banana bread is actually a superior snack to every other baked good—because like, it’s fruit, right? but then I realized I was rehearsing in front of my mirror like I’m auditioning for some baking reality show. now I can't sleep because I'm imagining my imaginary friend judging my delivery like "who are you talking to?" but honestly, I think I might open with "did you know bananas were once berries?" before they can even tell me to go home.
literally just sat here scrolling through social media while my phone buzzed with notifications from people I barely talk to. looking at everyone's highlight reels makes my lonely one-bedroom feel like a prison, and the truth is, it's not just about rent and bills. i make good money, but by the end of the month, there’s nothing left and absolutely no one to share it with. honestly, it's funny how ...