ok but when my whole family decided to have an intervention about my choice to binge-watch awful reality dating shows instead of "real" hobbies—like cooking or painting—I could only cry because somehow, deep down, I KNOW they’re right... and it hurt that I actually feel more alive while watching chaotic love triangles unfold than I ever did when trying to whip up something edible. #guiltypleasures...
it's not that i’m lonely, it's just that my life feels like a game of among us where i keep getting voted out and nobody notices. scrolling through hundreds of usernames, but none of them know i exist outside of my latest meme post. it’s funny how we curate our lives like a pinterest board but inside it’s just empty coffee cups and ghost notifications. i can call out every influencer's brand deal ...
literally spent the last week daydreaming about a dance class I turned down because I convinced myself I couldn't afford it. honestly, watched a random person post their first recital video online. now I’m here, living with my regrets and considering starting a flash mob in my living room, just to get my groove back. the music hits differently when your best moves are just in your imagination, huh?
literally spent the last week daydreaming about a dance class I turned down because I convinced myself I couldn't afford it. honestly, watched a random person post their first recital video online. now I’m here, living with my regrets and considering starting a flash mob in my living room, just to get my groove back. the music hits differently when your best moves are just in your imagination, huh?
today i realized my taste in music is more refined than the lives of everyone around me. my friends are out buying houses and taking trips while i sit in my one-bedroom apartment, harmonizing with the same sad song on repeat. clearly, the world just isn’t ready for my talent yet, right? guess i'll stick to my backyard concerts where the audience is just my reflection. #notbitter #livingmybestlife