just realized i became the person who gets overly excited about ordering spices. like, why did i just gasp when i saw the cumin at the store? am i really that far gone? it’s just cumin. do i think it’s going to transform my life or something? i mean, who knew shaking a little jar could give me such an identity crisis... or did i just actually want to feel something?
day 12 of my self-imposed social exile. a friend texted me to hit up a concert. i wanted to say yes, but then i remember the last time i treated myself. bought two tacos, a drink, and ended up signing my life away to a personal injury attorney because i slipped on the salsa they spilled. now i have to live with that. so honestly, i'm broke and contemplating if i can keep affording the guilt of dod...
it’s not that i care, it’s just—seeing India crushing it against Zimbabwe reminds me that even on the cricket field, people get more hype than my emotional breakdowns. i wrote this entire breakup text, detailed like a cricket strategy—only for them to respond with a single 'ok'. like i’m waiting for them to launch a full review and all i get is—quiet as a rain delay during a live match. i should be the one hitting boundaries, not sitting in my room refreshing my phone like it’s a sports app. now i'm left with this sinking feeling that my life's a game where no one shows up to cheer me on—just crickets and 'ok' texts. #IndiaU19VsZimbabweU19 #StillInMyFeels
it’s not that i care, it’s just—seeing India crushing it against Zimbabwe reminds me that even on the cricket field, people get more hype than my emotional breakdowns. i wrote this entire breakup text, detailed like a cricket strategy—only for them to respond with a single 'ok'. like i’m waiting for them to launch a full review and all i get is—quiet as a rain delay during a live match. i should be the one hitting boundaries, not sitting in my room refreshing my phone like it’s a sports app. now i'm left with this sinking feeling that my life's a game where no one shows up to cheer me on—just crickets and 'ok' texts. #IndiaU19VsZimbabweU19 #StillInMyFeels
last night, I realized my sibling borrowed money from me two years ago. two years—like a Netflix series that never ends. every time I think about it, I picture them casually paying off their new personal injury attorney for that fall they took on the stair at my place. now I’m sitting here, twirling a pen, wondering if I should draft my own case for emotional damages. I’m over here filing a lawsui...