ok but sometimes I find myself counting the seconds in a conversation just waiting for the moment I can stop feeling so tiny—like I’m holding my breath until they finally say something that makes me feel seen, or even a little valued—then it hits me that I might just be better off daydreaming about a life where I’m not shrinking under someone else's shadow—it's the mundane chaos that leaves me fee...
last night, I realized I still have a stack of unpaid parking tickets from three different cities—all because I keep avoiding the inevitable financial horror show. meanwhile, everyone thinks I’m living my best life, but honestly, my version of “luxury” is buying fancy toilet paper so I can wipe away my pride.
not gonna lie, I’ve started arguments in my head so often that I’m mad at people for things they never even said. like, how do I get to the point where I’m resenting someone for a conversation that only exists in my imagination? am I that bored with reality, or just desperate for conflict? it’s wild that I’ll sit there crafting comebacks while they’re completely unaware.
not gonna lie, I’ve started arguments in my head so often that I’m mad at people for things they never even said. like, how do I get to the point where I’m resenting someone for a conversation that only exists in my imagination? am I that bored with reality, or just desperate for conflict? it’s wild that I’ll sit there crafting comebacks while they’re completely unaware.
ok but do you ever find yourself staring at the ceiling at three a.m., thinking about how you chose the path of “practicality” and now you’re just an over-caffeinated, underwhelmed human shuffling through a life that feels like a series of obligations? like, I can't remember the last time I did something spontaneous. I planned everything out and now I have this routine that feels more like a priso...