not gonna lie, just realized i could have been a completely different person if i’d chosen to stay indoors last weekend. instead, i got caught in a storm while wearing flip-flops and shorts, shivering like a confused popsicle. now every time it rains, i can’t help but remember my brave yet misguided journey to the grocery store and wonder if the cashier is still gossiping about me. # #stormdrama
last night, i caught myself googling how to change a tire. like, my parents have changed hundreds of tires, and here i am staring at a screen. then i remembered the last time i tried, i literally pulled the spare out and made eye contact with a raccoon. just me and this creature, bonding over my failure. and now i cant even ask my dad without cringing forever.
not gonna lie, just discovered I’ve been paying for a monthly subscription to an online basket weaving class for TWO YEARS and I have never even picked up a basket. how do I unearth this betrayal from myself? I thought I was supporting a craft, not funding a future where I weave my regrets into reality.
not gonna lie, just discovered I’ve been paying for a monthly subscription to an online basket weaving class for TWO YEARS and I have never even picked up a basket. how do I unearth this betrayal from myself? I thought I was supporting a craft, not funding a future where I weave my regrets into reality.
no because i just accidentally hearted my own comment about how i hate mismatched socks and now i'm spiraling. it's like finding out my entire life is a joke and no one told me—now my imaginary sock villain will haunt my thoughts like a horror movie. i thought my dark days were behind me until i saw noah wyle thriving with his family. meanwhile, i can’t even balance socks, let alone a social life....