so there i was, writing a heartfelt breakup text about love and loss while simultaneously debating if ‘take care’ was too casual — sent it, waited, then received one simple response: ‘ok’. it felt like i’d just ordered an existential crisis for two and only got a napkin. #thebigletdown #lifechoices
wait. just accidentally sent the "I think Steve Kerr is a misunderstood genius" text to a group chat about lunch plans. now everyone thinks I’m starting a debate over kale versus nachos when really, I just meant to post my thoughts on overpriced salad dressing. people are turning into internet warriors over my chaotic feelings. next time I’m just sticking to memes and ignoring the world. #SteveKer...
it's not that i’m losing my mind... it's just that every time i look in the mirror, i see my parents staring back at me, right? like, why am i suddenly channeling their outfits from the eighties? is my next step picking out funeral attire for our inevitable family reunion? do they think i need help, or are we all just playing dress-up in this weird adult game of reflection?
it's not that i’m losing my mind... it's just that every time i look in the mirror, i see my parents staring back at me, right? like, why am i suddenly channeling their outfits from the eighties? is my next step picking out funeral attire for our inevitable family reunion? do they think i need help, or are we all just playing dress-up in this weird adult game of reflection?
last night, I somehow became a mentor to someone—don't ask me how. I was sitting there, panicking over the fact that I have absolutely no idea what I am doing, while they were eagerly taking notes as if I was going to drop life-changing wisdom. then I realized—why am I giving advice about managing stress when my go-to method is crying into a tub of ice cream while binge-watching cooking shows like...