the fire at Lehigh Valley Hospital has me thinking about the flames in my own life. one time, my ex used to say I was his comfort zone, but he was really just waiting to find something better. now I scroll through social media, watching happy couples while I pretend my life isn’t just a mess of burnt bridges and empty takeout boxes. am I the only one left out in the cold while everyone else gets w...
yooo, so like, i told everyone i can sing, right? like, straight up said i could drop a whole album someday, and now my best friend thinks i should audition for a reality show. i’m over here whisper-screaming in the shower like a dying cat, but somehow this lie is just...it feels like it’s mine now? like, bruh, if the universe wants me to believe i can hit high notes, who am i to argue? sometimes ...
i still have that bottle of perfume i stole from the seventh grade class field trip to the museum. i had it for years, hiding it like a dark secret, convinced it would give me the confidence of a runway model. now it just sits there, a reminder of that one moment i thought impressing my crush meant smelling like a grandma’s attic - floral yet distinctly... off. it’s like carrying a part of me that never grew up but just silently fumes at every family gathering, because really, who’s ready for judgment over a ten-dollar bottle of bad decisions?
i still have that bottle of perfume i stole from the seventh grade class field trip to the museum. i had it for years, hiding it like a dark secret, convinced it would give me the confidence of a runway model. now it just sits there, a reminder of that one moment i thought impressing my crush meant smelling like a grandma’s attic - floral yet distinctly... off. it’s like carrying a part of me that never grew up but just silently fumes at every family gathering, because really, who’s ready for judgment over a ten-dollar bottle of bad decisions?
do you ever feel like you’re stuck in a never-ending cycle of bad decisions? like when you go back to that one coworker who everyone warned you about—the one who borrows your lunch without asking, then whispers in the break room? i'm over here taking mental notes on who leaves the light on after they exit. my life feels like a constant election debate—everyone screaming their opinions but i’m just...