not gonna lie, I stopped checking in on you when I realized you never asked how I was. it was like a weird twist in a movie where the person I thought was the hero just... faded into the background. I still remember the time I almost texted you about the red tulips blooming by the window - they reminded me of that summer when we spent hours talking about nothing and everything. I had so much to sa...
yooo, saw that Bad Bunny thing and honestly, it hit different. my friends who used to vibe with me over our favorite tracks are now caught up in their wedding hype. i’m just here wondering if my music taste will ever be as celebrated as those wedding playlists. like, remember when we used to make fun of love songs together? now, it feels like we were all just pretending to be happy while spiraling...
not gonna lie, my favorite part of every month is pretending I can afford to be trendy. I literally strut into the store like I own the place, casually eyeing that jacket that's way out of my budget, knowing I will not buy it. then I leave with a candy bar because it’s all I can afford, trying to convince myself that my “quirky aesthetic” is a statement. people think I have my life together, but the only thing I have together is this elaborate performance of being okay while drowning in payments nobody knows about.
not gonna lie, my favorite part of every month is pretending I can afford to be trendy. I literally strut into the store like I own the place, casually eyeing that jacket that's way out of my budget, knowing I will not buy it. then I leave with a candy bar because it’s all I can afford, trying to convince myself that my “quirky aesthetic” is a statement. people think I have my life together, but the only thing I have together is this elaborate performance of being okay while drowning in payments nobody knows about.
wait, zac efron is out here vibing with a twenty-one-year-old while I sit at home wearing the same pajamas for three days straight. everyone else seems to be flying high, buying their houses and showing off fancy cars, while I struggle to manifest my next cup of instant ramen. my heart flutters a little for him, but mostly I just feel like a fading star, trapped in a cosmic mess of social media co...