so, i literally spent five years of my life training my taste buds to appreciate instant ramen because at this point, it’s my most reliable dining experience and guess what? the only thing i gained is the ability to cry over how much i wish i had more flavors in my life, like a house or friends who don’t just reply with thumbs up emojis.
so i was at the store and saw these potatoes, like giant, perfect potatoes, and thought maybe if i buy these people will finally think i am one of them instead of just a walking accent with bad grammar. but then i realized, nope, it is just a root vegetable, not a magic charm for friendship—who knew a potato could cause so much identity crisis, right?
it’s funny how i used to think having no friends was something i’d outgrow, like that phase of awkwardness in middle school. now i just scroll through my phone staring at names, but it feels like calling a ghost and wondering who i’d even say hello to if they picked up.
it’s funny how i used to think having no friends was something i’d outgrow, like that phase of awkwardness in middle school. now i just scroll through my phone staring at names, but it feels like calling a ghost and wondering who i’d even say hello to if they picked up.
sat in my tiny apartment scrolling through social media, everyone else climbing the ladder while i drown in these four walls, and then there was this one friend posting their new job promo picture and i could hardly breathe, it just makes me think about how many times i looked at my phone praying for good news, instead it is all just the same static and yeah, some things seem real easy when you ar...