the way that my screen time report came in and i looked at it like it was a final exam result, just staring in horror. no because i genuinely thought i was just taking breaks, but now i see i'm basically training for an Olympic sport in procrastination. what if i really am addicted to scrolling? do i need an intervention, or can i just blame it on the universe for being so boring?
bruh, it hit me that i’ve been sending half-hearted texts to someone who hasn’t thought of me in months—my brain going through this elaborate negotiation like if i just say the right thing maybe we can unlock the old vibe but—what if they’re just a memory now, collecting dust, and i'm here wiping it clean hoping to shine something that's already faded—like, why can’t i let go of something that’s a...
yooo, I thought I could just unsend that message and make it all go away. like, who doesn’t think about hitting the delete button on a mistake? but then I saw the look in their eyes when they caught me deleting. I swear, it was like seeing a door shut right in my face. it felt so much worse than if I had just left it there, like I was taking something back that I never really meant to…
yooo, I thought I could just unsend that message and make it all go away. like, who doesn’t think about hitting the delete button on a mistake? but then I saw the look in their eyes when they caught me deleting. I swear, it was like seeing a door shut right in my face. it felt so much worse than if I had just left it there, like I was taking something back that I never really meant to…
it's three am and i'm scrolling through pictures of my exes getting married. each ring on their fingers feels like another nail in my coffin. everyone at family gatherings asks me when i'm going to settle down, but they don't know i'm still figuring out how to settle myself. my cousin just got a huge job offer while i eat instant noodles alone in my apartment. nobody sees the weight of expectation...