I keep watching this cooking show even though the host burned cereal—yes, CEREAL. Everyone tells me to stop, but I swear he’s my spirit animal. I even created a whole playlist for my daydreams about being on that show, where we battle over toast. In the end, I’m always the one who gets sent home, not because I can’t cook, but because I insist on making microwave popcorn like I’m Gordon Ramsay.
it's funny how i used to have all these connections, right? friends who would call for plans, laughing, reminiscing... then, one day you wake up and realize it’s just crickets—crickets echoing in your own lonely little world. i read about Zimbabwe beating Australia and thought, how inspiring. but like, does anyone even notice if i'm not here? scrolling through empty DMs like a sad sitcom character...