honestly, i find myself more invested in the standings of that liga than my own life choices. like, i’m celebrating someone else's success while my own career feels like it’s stuck in some sort of bizarre purgatory. every time i refresh the results, i wonder if my future spouse will laugh at me for caring about a team i don’t even support. can’t tell if that makes me relatable or just sad. #Klas...
it's not that i can’t afford things... it's just that my budget is as imaginary as a unicorn at a bank. you think those trendy latte pictures mean i’m thriving? HA. every time i swipe my card, i swear i hear it scream. but hey, as long as i maintain a social media glow-up and pretend i’m going to that wellness retreat instead of hiding out in my studio apartment praying my credit score doesn't not...
it’s not that i’m mad my best friend told someone my secret. it’s just that i had a full backup plan in case my life went to shambles. i mean, i started researching obscure, viral illnesses to explain it all away. and now, thanks to their loose lips, everyone thinks i’m a germophobe for not eating store-bought sushi. my next step? just claim i’m allergic to their gossip.
it’s not that i’m mad my best friend told someone my secret. it’s just that i had a full backup plan in case my life went to shambles. i mean, i started researching obscure, viral illnesses to explain it all away. and now, thanks to their loose lips, everyone thinks i’m a germophobe for not eating store-bought sushi. my next step? just claim i’m allergic to their gossip.
not gonna lie, i watch all these players fall into place and feel like i’m in the audience of my own life, cheering on the dreams that just aren’t mine anymore. while ekaterina alexandrova sweeps into victory, i’m over here wondering if my ex will ever notice how much i gave up to keep them close. even now, i catch myself setting the table for two in my mind, waiting for a call that never comes. t...