i realized how much i've spent on forgotten subscriptions and it felt like someone turned on the lights in a messy room. each dollar a reminder of things i don't even use, things that whisper i'm alone. i'm stuck in this cycle of chasing distractions but here i am, with empty screens and a full heartache. how did i get to a place where scrolling through shows was my idea of company? # #personalcon...
wait, can we talk about how everyone is suddenly coupled up while i’m over here reminiscing about my ex? like, i literally built my whole identity around them, and now it feels like i just walk into cafes looking for baristas who give me that spark. just the other day, i overheard a couple talk about their plans and it hit me—i’m just here waiting for someone to notice me. i keep thinking maybe if...
the way that Maris Racal’s picture with Cup of Joe made me rethink my life decisions. here I am, spending on all these pointless snacks at midnight. I tell myself they’re my little treats for hard work while my fridge looks like a barren wasteland. so I decided to finally save up... and instead bought a pair of socks that say "professional napper" because, you know, priorities. what I didn’t expect was... oh my god, my roommate found them and now they are definitely gonna... #MarisRacal #relatable
the way that Maris Racal’s picture with Cup of Joe made me rethink my life decisions. here I am, spending on all these pointless snacks at midnight. I tell myself they’re my little treats for hard work while my fridge looks like a barren wasteland. so I decided to finally save up... and instead bought a pair of socks that say "professional napper" because, you know, priorities. what I didn’t expect was... oh my god, my roommate found them and now they are definitely gonna... #MarisRacal #relatable
last night, I glanced at my Spotify Wrapped and realized I’m not just alone—I’m essentially a soundtrack to my own solitude, surrounded by dozens of contacts but craving a call from someone who truly sees me. it’s like being the last one at a party, nodding to music that nobody else is dancing to—each playlist a reminder of connections faded, every song an echo of laughter that used to fill my wor...