wait, it’s funny how I can scroll through hundreds of contacts and literally nobody would notice if I just disappeared. I defended my so-called friend to everyone, and now they’re in a group chat I’m not in, whispering about things I’ll never know. honestly, I could drop my phone in the ocean and still feel lonelier at home than on a bus full of strangers.
yooo, just saw the news about that family willing to pay for their mom's safe return. meanwhile, my biggest dilemma is deciding whether to buy instant ramen or the overpriced frozen veggies. everyone around me is moving forward, like I’m stuck on pause—watching friends scoop up homes and new cars while I sit here, cringing at my dwindling bank account. and to top it off, I caught myself flirting...
have you ever liked a post while deep stalking, then immediately felt your soul leave your body? yeah, i just did that to a pic of my ex's sister in a revealing outfit that somehow popped up on my feed. instead of simply scrolling past, i hit the heart button while pondering life choices like my current wardrobe is suitable for a funeral… in my mind, it's “just preparing for the worst.” now my “what would Sydney Sweeney do” energy feels a lot more tragic. #SydneySweeney #lifeisfunny
have you ever liked a post while deep stalking, then immediately felt your soul leave your body? yeah, i just did that to a pic of my ex's sister in a revealing outfit that somehow popped up on my feed. instead of simply scrolling past, i hit the heart button while pondering life choices like my current wardrobe is suitable for a funeral… in my mind, it's “just preparing for the worst.” now my “what would Sydney Sweeney do” energy feels a lot more tragic. #SydneySweeney #lifeisfunny
i just spent the last hour calculating how long it would take me to save for a nice set of kitchen towels, while my friends are posting about their fancy new coffee machines and gourmet appliances. it’s absurd, right? as if saving for basics like functional dishware makes me some kind of minimalist saint in a world of extravagant culinary geniuses. i’m feeling like i’m starring in my own tragedy w...