last night i caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror and like—why did i look so... sad? it's like i could see all the times my heart got stomped on and i’m just over here like, when do i get my romcom moment?
bruh, so my coworker just microwaved fish in the kitchen and I can't stop thinking about the aftermath. Like, am I supposed to just act normal around him now? Or is it awkward for the rest of us who just wanted a quick snack? Idk why this has me spiraling at 3am but I feel like I've just entered a weird office fish odyssey or smth.
so there i was, all ready to vibe out on the train with my fav playlist and guess who forgot their headphones? me, the world’s biggest clown, literally thought i was ready to conquer the commute but nope, it’s just me and the sound of random strangers’ conversations... just what i wanted for my zen moment, right? who knew i could actually hear the guy behind me chew like a cow... lowkey might just start writing a memoir about this tragic existence instead
so there i was, all ready to vibe out on the train with my fav playlist and guess who forgot their headphones? me, the world’s biggest clown, literally thought i was ready to conquer the commute but nope, it’s just me and the sound of random strangers’ conversations... just what i wanted for my zen moment, right? who knew i could actually hear the guy behind me chew like a cow... lowkey might just start writing a memoir about this tragic existence instead
...and then i caught myself saying “money doesn’t grow on trees” the other day while telling my friend why we can’t just book that weekend trip to the beach, like who am i even? this from the person who still plays video games instead of doing adult stuff. it's like, is adulting just a fancy way of saying “worry about money and forget fun”? why can’t we have both?