sadiq khan is a joke, pretending labour has anything to be proud of while he's drowning in failure and trying to silence scientists—pathetic! how does it feel, sadiq, watching your party implode?
so there was this time i accidentally sent a really personal message meant for my best friend to my high school chemistry teacher instead and then sat through an entire 45-minute lecture with her giving me these side glances like she knew all my secrets—i still cringe thinking about it, like how do you even face that.
so i finally decide to get organized and go to my closet to find a shirt, and what do i find? an ancient slice of pizza i thought i’d lost in the couch months ago. why is my life basically a weird scavenger hunt of lost food items, and why does everything feel like a sitcom where i’m the punchline?
so i finally decide to get organized and go to my closet to find a shirt, and what do i find? an ancient slice of pizza i thought i’d lost in the couch months ago. why is my life basically a weird scavenger hunt of lost food items, and why does everything feel like a sitcom where i’m the punchline?
sometimes i wonder if anyone noticed i stopped playing piano. the keys are still there but they just sit and collect dust and it feels like that was a lifetime ago, a different person.