so last night i found out my ex was dating my friend. literally EVERYONE knew except me, and i mean i just asked her about guys last week. now i’m literally just sitting here staring at my potted plant which has had more love than me lately, while they both decide to tag me in vacation pics like they’re on a honeymoon or something. honestly, can you break up with someone just because they have bad...
my best friend just sent me the news about tom curran scoring a hundred and it hit me like that time i found out my boyfriend was still texting his ex, because if he could hit a century while I'm here striking out at adulting and can't even figure out my taxes let alone a relationship with an emotionally unavailable person who doesn't even have a normal bedtime, like is there a league for failures...
last night i suddenly remembered that time i tried to learn glassblowing because i thought it’d be "cool"—spoiler: it was literally just me standing there, sweat dripping, trying not to burn my eyebrows off while the instructor looked at me like i was possessed. somehow, i ended up melting the whole setup into a blob that vaguely resembled a penguin—impressive if you're an abstract artist. and now—10 years later—guess who just got an email about a “glass art exhibit”? let’s just say, it had my name written all over it… literally.
last night i suddenly remembered that time i tried to learn glassblowing because i thought it’d be "cool"—spoiler: it was literally just me standing there, sweat dripping, trying not to burn my eyebrows off while the instructor looked at me like i was possessed. somehow, i ended up melting the whole setup into a blob that vaguely resembled a penguin—impressive if you're an abstract artist. and now—10 years later—guess who just got an email about a “glass art exhibit”? let’s just say, it had my name written all over it… literally.
honestly, sometimes I scroll through my old texts like it's an archaeological dig, right? ngl, I found a convo from a few months back where my roommate was actually trying to be a GOOD friend, giving me pep talks about starting that side hustle and taking risks. tbh, I don’t even remember how we got from motivational quotes to them leaving dishes in the sink for three weeks straight. the plot twis...