just found out my favorite pizza place closed and it’s like they took my safe space with them. like, how do you process that loss when the only therapy you have is stuffing my face with greasy comfort food that doesn’t exist anymore?
i just committed to a weekly pottery class thinking it would spark joy, but now every time i see a post about my friend’s promotion or their perfect vacation, i feel like i'm sinking into this tiny one-bedroom and the thought of clay under my nails is making me rethink every decision i make.
so my microwave just flashed a random error code and now it's mocking me like "you thought you could heat up leftover pizza without consequences?" i swear the thing is more temperamental than a toddler with a broken toy and i'm ready to throw it out the window just to prove a point.
so my microwave just flashed a random error code and now it's mocking me like "you thought you could heat up leftover pizza without consequences?" i swear the thing is more temperamental than a toddler with a broken toy and i'm ready to throw it out the window just to prove a point.
scrolling through my contacts just now and realized there’s not a single name i feel comfortable calling. lost touch with a friend over something silly and now it just feels too awkward to reach out.