have you ever felt like you’re just a punchline in your family’s story? every holiday, it’s a showdown of accomplishments, comparing how my sibling's "temporary" loan got them a new car and a vacation. meanwhile, my parents smile like I’m just supposed to know how to make money magically appear. sometimes, I imagine showing up at the next gathering dressed as a cash machine just to see the looks o...
no because it’s wild how everyone in my friend group seems so perfectly happy, but i sit here with my heart as a reminder of someone who never chose me. i used to build my days around what we could be, and now the silence screams how much i miss being someone's favorite. i see my friends celebrate love while i drown in the memories of our laughter, wondering when that became a punchline instead of...
not gonna lie, i’ve started to notice how everyone loves my neighbor’s plant collection, but honestly, they’re all just trying to prove they have green thumbs. do people not see how they're really just using those plants as props for their boring lives? like, if we’re being real, isn't the upkeep of all those plants just a distraction from their own chaos?
not gonna lie, i’ve started to notice how everyone loves my neighbor’s plant collection, but honestly, they’re all just trying to prove they have green thumbs. do people not see how they're really just using those plants as props for their boring lives? like, if we’re being real, isn't the upkeep of all those plants just a distraction from their own chaos?
yoo, just found old texts where we actually tried to connect, and now it’s like, I’ve got hundreds of contacts but not a single person who’d care if I vanished. it’s wild how adult life can make you feel SO alone in a crowd, like I’m just a stranger to everyone I used to call a friend. sorry to the couch I’m sitting on while typing this. should probably stop apologizing to furniture, but hey, it’s...