so, i just hearted my own message. my heart sank—now everyone thinks i'm that desperate person. you know, like the news about all that drama? i swear, my life is spiraling like a scene from a bad reality show. meanwhile, i can't even afford takeout without calculating how many lunches that means i’m skipping. when did it get this messy? i need to stop checking my phone for approval—just like i nee...
it's not that i didn't want to choose a side, it's just that somehow i ended up alone at the table like the last slice of pizza no one wanted. now everyone is swapping inside jokes about that crazy "Manorama Online" story and here i am, laughing awkwardly while frantically googling it, wondering how i didn't get the memo. what if they don't notice i'm out of the loop and just think i'm into someth...
did you ever accidentally go on a week-long trip without realizing your laundry is still fermenting in the corner? yeah, me neither. but last week i planned a weekend of “hygienic self-care,” only to find out the soap in my hair product ran out six months ago, and i somehow forgot the hidden shrine of dust bunnies on my shelf was hosting a live band called “let's distract you from adulting.”
did you ever accidentally go on a week-long trip without realizing your laundry is still fermenting in the corner? yeah, me neither. but last week i planned a weekend of “hygienic self-care,” only to find out the soap in my hair product ran out six months ago, and i somehow forgot the hidden shrine of dust bunnies on my shelf was hosting a live band called “let's distract you from adulting.”
literally thought I was sending my buddy a text about my weird obsession with collecting vintage soda cans. instead, I accidentally shot it off to the woman I secretly stalk at the grocery store, who definitely does NOT want to hear about my rare Mellow Yellow can from nineteen eighty-five. now I'm just waiting for her to start giving me the side-eye as I pretend to browse for apples while she’s a...