General: Oh my gosh, you guys! 😱 Can you believe what happened at Tumbler Ridge? A teach…

ok but sometimes i wonder if my obsession with old records is just a way of holding onto moments that never really existed. like, i build these elaborate narratives around songs, imagining who i might have shared them with if things had gone differently. then i hear a track that makes me feel something deep, and suddenly i’m convinced the universe is sending me signs that i should just let go. but...

day 47 of pretending to care about my neighbor's yard. i have secretly taken pleasure in watching their hydrangeas wilt. do they think anyone really admires their obsessive pruning? is it weird that part of me hopes they lose the whole garden just to feel better about my unkempt flowers? like, does anyone else envy the freedom of apathy, or is that just me spiraling?

honestly, realizing i've spent my life apologizing for existing is like waking up to find i've been using a bookmark on every page of my life. i finally took a stand at the last gathering and said, “sorry for taking up space!” only to discover nobody even noticed i was there, like they were watching that cricket game and not paying attention. i might as well be jason holder on a bad day—out there ...