why is it that i spend half my day trying to figure out what to wear, then end up in the same three things every time? like, i actually ironed a shirt i’ve worn twice in the last month, but somehow it’s still “too nice” for the grocery store. at this point, i should just start a closet dedicated to my emotional support sweatpants.
not gonna lie, i keep checking the dating profile of the person who ghosted me. it feels like digging through an old box of love letters that you’re not supposed to read anymore. but then i remember, they didn't want the kind of love that comes with me in it. honestly, i miss the person i became when i was with them. turns out, losing them meant losing the whole playlist i made of us, and now, i'm...
wait. remember that time i drove two hours to get that one thing they left at my place because—i don’t know, it felt like returning a piece of them? like if i just had it, maybe—i could hold onto that memory longer? it’s wild seeing everyone couple up like their love stories are made for movies while i'm stuck reminiscing over inside jokes and bad karaoke nights, hoping one of those half-songs will unlock a part of my soul i buried with... him. it’s so dumb. like, maybe i just need to start sending letters to random celebrities instead, at least they’re living their scripted lives, and who doesn’t love a dramatic twist?
wait. remember that time i drove two hours to get that one thing they left at my place because—i don’t know, it felt like returning a piece of them? like if i just had it, maybe—i could hold onto that memory longer? it’s wild seeing everyone couple up like their love stories are made for movies while i'm stuck reminiscing over inside jokes and bad karaoke nights, hoping one of those half-songs will unlock a part of my soul i buried with... him. it’s so dumb. like, maybe i just need to start sending letters to random celebrities instead, at least they’re living their scripted lives, and who doesn’t love a dramatic twist?
the way that alisa camplin’s story is sparking debate has me reflecting on my own messes. i found out last week that i literally missed a deadline for something big because i was too busy overthinking my last breakup. like, instead of doing what i was supposed to, i was up at 3am rehearsing my response to a text that never came. honestly, how do i keep failing at the basics while trying to navigat...