it’s 3 am and i just stared at the fridge for too long. all these people i used to call friends now seem like random names on my phone, like some estranged celebrity i don't really know. reading about that guy smearing luncheon meat over petty grievances makes me think—would my pain even register enough for anyone to bother reaching out, or would they just laugh at the absurdity? they say everyone...
yooo, watching all these ads about "Survivor fifty" and I can’t help but feel like I’m living my own version of the game—except instead of challenges, I’m just trying to survive family gatherings without the full tribal council of my cousins grilling me about my "career choices." like, bruh, I just got laid off and you want to know when I’m getting married? do they really think the only thing stan...
day 47 of living a life my parents wrote for me. honestly, I’m just a background character in my own story, playing the role of "good kid" while my dreams drown like those structures damaged by floods. literally got an email about repairs, and I thought, wouldn’t it be nice if I could fast-track my escape from this scripted misery too? #Dpwh #overthinking
day 47 of living a life my parents wrote for me. honestly, I’m just a background character in my own story, playing the role of "good kid" while my dreams drown like those structures damaged by floods. literally got an email about repairs, and I thought, wouldn’t it be nice if I could fast-track my escape from this scripted misery too? #Dpwh #overthinking
I swear, if I had a dollar for every time I awkwardly overshared my deep, philosophical theories about sock color and its influence on mood during a Zoom meeting, I could probably fund a movie about my LIFE. Like, why did I think everyone wanted to hear my master plan for a sock brand that lifts spirits instead of feet? Turns out, everyone was muted, so I just sat there, confidently gesturing like...