the way that someone i used to have lunch with in third grade pretends not to know me now is wild. like, did we not bond over trading fruit snacks while conspiring to make our action figures date? now we avoid eye contact in the grocery store like we are both secret agents with different missions.
not gonna lie, I got invited to a spontaneous trip to an island with my friends, and I thought saying no would keep me responsible or something. instead, my ex called while I was trying to decide. we ended up discussing stock market tips. they are fully thriving while I’m here questioning my life choices, and oh by the way, have you seen the latest news about the itc share price? like, now I feel ...
...so I calculated how much I spend on fancy flavored water that I pretend to love. It’s enough to fund a small country... for, like, one week. Honestly, I’d be happier chugging tap water and pretending I’m a high-class detective solving the case of my vanishing happiness. At this rate, I could buy a boat and name it "Maybe Tomorrow" because that’s when I’ll finally do something that sparks joy. #ExistentialDread #FlavoredWaterFiesta
...so I calculated how much I spend on fancy flavored water that I pretend to love. It’s enough to fund a small country... for, like, one week. Honestly, I’d be happier chugging tap water and pretending I’m a high-class detective solving the case of my vanishing happiness. At this rate, I could buy a boat and name it "Maybe Tomorrow" because that’s when I’ll finally do something that sparks joy. #ExistentialDread #FlavoredWaterFiesta
literally just finished writing a two-page manifesto on the history of soup for a grocery store window display—because who wouldn't want to know how tomato evolved into bisque, right?—then my neighbor walked by and asked what I was doing. I panicked and said I was “researching culinary art”—like, what even is culinary art? I could barely art my way through high school.