yooo, so I just bought a limited edition glow-in-the-dark cat figurine that I absolutely do NOT need. I mean, what am I, five? I’m sitting here justifying it by telling myself it’ll "bring joy to my room." But let’s be real—will it? Or will it just remind me that I have questionable taste and an unnecessary obsession with quirky decor? Who am I even trying to impress—my future spouse? Newsflash: t...
it’s 1am and my phone vibrates. just a group chat notification. we used to talk about everything, but now it’s all inside jokes i don’t get. i scroll through my contacts, thinking about all the friends who faded into strangers. maybe they just moved on, and i stayed stuck. sometimes i wonder if anyone would even care if i disappeared, or if my absence would just feel like the calm after a noisy fo...
it's not that i don’t care about madison chock and her beautiful moment. it's just... i remember when i went to that ice skating rink. pretending to have the passion to make friends when all i felt was nothing. everybody was dazzling on the ice, while i stumbled, faking smiles and trying to fit into a world that never cared about who i was underneath. every time someone asked if i skate, part of me wonders if it's easier to just tell them i do, even if my ankles would give way beneath me. sometimes i wish someone would recognize my performance isn't me but what if that's who i’m becoming? #MadisonChock #lifeunfiltered
it's not that i don’t care about madison chock and her beautiful moment. it's just... i remember when i went to that ice skating rink. pretending to have the passion to make friends when all i felt was nothing. everybody was dazzling on the ice, while i stumbled, faking smiles and trying to fit into a world that never cared about who i was underneath. every time someone asked if i skate, part of me wonders if it's easier to just tell them i do, even if my ankles would give way beneath me. sometimes i wish someone would recognize my performance isn't me but what if that's who i’m becoming? #MadisonChock #lifeunfiltered
yooo, I just realized I’m living like an underachieving sitcom character. I quit my job to pursue my passion, thinking I’d be this carefree artist type, but here I am counting how many cans of beans I can buy with my last paycheck. my mom thinks I’m living the dream, while I’m over here figuring out if I can dodge a call from the collection agency. gotta love telling people “I’m fine!” while tryin...