ever feel like you’re just one tiny windfall away from having it all? like, if i find a forgotten five-dollar bill in an old coat pocket, maybe the universe is giving me a sign… or just mocking me? but here i am, wearing the same three outfits on repeat, pretending i chose the minimalistic life while secretly ignoring that 100-dollar phone bill creeping up. gotta stay delusional to survive, right?...
it's not that I stopped helping my friend because they keep making the same mistakes. it's just... I realized offering them advice is like giving a cat a bath. messy and entirely unnecessary. I mean, last time I was like, "hey, maybe don't trust someone who ghosted you," and their response was to reenact their whole emotional spiral using interpretive dance at my place. so, yeah. I now just watch ...
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