wait, you ever realize that literally nobody knows what it feels like to want someone who doesn’t want you back? i sat in silence for three days, building up these wild narratives about what it all meant, and then they drop a casual “lol” like we didn’t just experience a little emotional apocalypse together. honestly, it stings, but it also feels like this messy, beautiful chaos that we just can’t...
no because i just watched everyone around me secure their little happy endings while i'm here, alone, talking to my plants like they understand me. it's funny, right? one moment you're building a life with someone, sharing everything, and the next, you’re just... empty. feeling like a forgotten share in a failing company, lost in the crowd. now i get this anxiety every time i hear about investme...
bruh, saw the NBA All-Star Game highlights and all I could think about was how it's literally just like watching my life from the sidelines—people vibing, getting hype, and here I am, stuck working the weekend again, nobody to share the thrill with, just me and my cold takeout. the isolation is like having a hundred 'friends' but honestly, none of them know I even exist anymore, so I scroll through their stories like a ghost haunting my own life, laughing at their highlight reels while I’m just...in the corner of this conference room, counting the minutes. #NbaAllStar #AdultingSucks
bruh, saw the NBA All-Star Game highlights and all I could think about was how it's literally just like watching my life from the sidelines—people vibing, getting hype, and here I am, stuck working the weekend again, nobody to share the thrill with, just me and my cold takeout. the isolation is like having a hundred 'friends' but honestly, none of them know I even exist anymore, so I scroll through their stories like a ghost haunting my own life, laughing at their highlight reels while I’m just...in the corner of this conference room, counting the minutes. #NbaAllStar #AdultingSucks
honestly, saw the news about neymar and it hit me in this weird way. everyone talks about his pressure to perform, but all I can think about is how I pressure myself to get out of bed every morning. my alarm went off today, and instead of waking up, I scrolled through old messages from a friend who vanished. I replay every word, wishing I could just say something real. sometimes I wonder if anyone...