no, because they left me on read for three days, and when they finally responded, it was just a ‘lol’ like everything was fine. it made me wonder if people are allowed to treat their words like they’re disposable, just little playthings to toss around. i sat there, thinking—maybe i’m just too sensitive, and maybe that's why even my furniture seems to want to get away from me too. #lonelythoughts #...
the way that everyone’s buzzing about paulista a1 makes me feel even more alone. I scroll through highlights, see connections and rivalries, and all I think is, what happened to that feeling? my phone's packed with names I barely talk to, and none of them feel like home. im just sitting here—nobody to call when my day crashes, and im replaying the dumb arguments from last week—like, how could I ha...
i thought breaking up was the hardest part, but then i remembered i was supposed to text my ex's mom about the dog-sitting thing… like three weeks ago. so now i’m here imagining her scrolling through her phone, wondering if i’m dead or just not adulting properly, and honestly? maybe it’s both. #relationshipchaos #messyadulting
i thought breaking up was the hardest part, but then i remembered i was supposed to text my ex's mom about the dog-sitting thing… like three weeks ago. so now i’m here imagining her scrolling through her phone, wondering if i’m dead or just not adulting properly, and honestly? maybe it’s both. #relationshipchaos #messyadulting
i thought losing them would feel like a clean break, but now it’s just a series of awkward encounters with my own reflection. each time i see their favorite coffee mug, i apologize to it like it’s a person. somehow, it still feels like they own all my best parts, and now i’m just a collection of leftover pieces hoping to figure out who i am without them. but hey, at least the mug isn’t ghosting me...