ok but, it’s hilarious how someone I used to know like, really know, acts like I’m just a character in their personal sitcom. like, we shared crayons in kindergarten, and now they walk past me like I’m an outdated meme. it’s like, hello? I remember the time you cried over your dog’s haircut, but you can’t even muster a nod now... it’s wild. #maturity #wewerekids
ever had that moment when you realize you should probably pay attention to your hobbies, but instead, you binge-watch that one show for the fifth time? well, here i am, in my thirty-somethings, finally trying to learn how to cook. it starts with watching the latest cooking show and thinking, “i can totally do that.” two hours later, i have burned water and somehow set off the smoke alarm. at this ...
yooo, I literally stopped sharing my music playlists with anyone because I felt guilty for enjoying things. like, I’d send my friends a killer track and their responses would be, “must be nice,” or they’d just ghost me. now I’m here with my hundreds of contacts, feeling like I could scream my favorites into a void. I’m literally just one sad artist listening to an empty room while the world goes on like nobody even knows me anymore.
yooo, I literally stopped sharing my music playlists with anyone because I felt guilty for enjoying things. like, I’d send my friends a killer track and their responses would be, “must be nice,” or they’d just ghost me. now I’m here with my hundreds of contacts, feeling like I could scream my favorites into a void. I’m literally just one sad artist listening to an empty room while the world goes on like nobody even knows me anymore.
everybody’s talking about this damac vs al-taawoun thing and here i am, yaar, looking at my closet wondering which shirt can last one more week without people noticing it’s the only one i wear. matlab, i check the scores like it matters when my bank account’s a constant reminder that my dreams of traveling are just that—dreams. while everyone’s picking teams, i’m here deciding if eating instant no...