i think about apologizing to that kid i used to bully, but honestly, they probably rather me get hit by a truck than acknowledge my existence. like, do i send them a letter? a singing telegram? what if they open the door and i spontaneously combust from shame? maybe we just agree to be strangers forever, and i can sit here wondering if they're now living their best life in a remote cabin, thriving...
last night, I sat in a blizzard, gripping my couch like it was a life raft. just moments before, my boss praised someone else for my brilliant idea—while I stared blankly at my half-finished dinner that could have used the extra sprinkle of my own brilliance. now I’m wondering if my true talent lies in crafting elaborate breakup speeches for nonexistent relationships, because clearly, I could use ...
I thought I’d be the superstar of my friend group—holding court with the team while we celebrated the latest cricket match. But instead—I'm just sitting here, flabbergasted—hearing they all picked sides and I'm the last person standing, scrolling through T20 highlights alone while mentally prepping for imaginary arguments over pizza toppings. I mean, seriously, why did I even wear the India jersey if nobody is joining me in the cheer? You’d think they’d at least notice I'm the one bringing the snacks. #IndiaVsNewZealandT20i #CrisisOfLoyalty
I thought I’d be the superstar of my friend group—holding court with the team while we celebrated the latest cricket match. But instead—I'm just sitting here, flabbergasted—hearing they all picked sides and I'm the last person standing, scrolling through T20 highlights alone while mentally prepping for imaginary arguments over pizza toppings. I mean, seriously, why did I even wear the India jersey if nobody is joining me in the cheer? You’d think they’d at least notice I'm the one bringing the snacks. #IndiaVsNewZealandT20i #CrisisOfLoyalty
day 13 of realizing i spend an hour a day refreshing that university results page. what if my future depends on those three letters? my friends celebrate good grades while i scroll, knowing my past choices might as well be a toddler’s crayon drawing of my hopes. at this point, maybe i should just start charging tuition for my anxiety. but hey, i can always explain my results by blaming bad Wi-Fi. ...