it’s 2am and I just found a faded, scribbled note in my drawer from my high school crush, a love confession written in sharpie. I remember the butterflies and the shared giggles during lunch, but what haunts me now is how that excitement felt innocent. back then, love was a story, a dance in the school gym, not a tattoo of guilt that never faded. all those years pretending we knew ourselves and it...
wait. my college roommate tried to set me up with her friend. i was nervous, so i texted her "i think she is cute but i hope she does not try to show me a million dog pictures," but accidentally sent it to the actual girl. the follow-up was pure chaos. imagine explaining that awkwardly over nachos while trying to salvage some semblance of charm. i ended up spending the whole date apologizing like ...
no because i literally walked down that aisle knowing i was making a mistake. my mom’s smile made me ignore the knot in my stomach. on the wedding night, i sat on the edge of the bed staring at a life that felt like a trap. now, every family gathering feels like an act. divorce would SHATTER them. so here i am, wearing a ring i never wanted. #regret #marriage
no because i literally walked down that aisle knowing i was making a mistake. my mom’s smile made me ignore the knot in my stomach. on the wedding night, i sat on the edge of the bed staring at a life that felt like a trap. now, every family gathering feels like an act. divorce would SHATTER them. so here i am, wearing a ring i never wanted. #regret #marriage
sometimes, i think about how i once saved lives as a doctor back home. now, i drive around with a pizza in my lap, feeling like a glorified delivery person. i see wellness influencers on social media hawking essential oils and crystals like they hold the answers, while i'm just trying to make sense of this reality. it's funny how society praises those who hustle for a 'better life,' yet here i am,...