…so I’m sitting at my desk, scrolling through news about the Winter Olympics like it’s a gossip blog, thinking how people are soaring down mountains—while I can barely walk into a meeting without feeling like I’m just auditioning for the role of "Office Ghost"… only for my boss to ask me about those numbers I haven’t touched in weeks, and all I can think is—does hiding in the supply closet count a...
wait, so everyone is hyped about this new Marvel movie, and I’m just here realizing my biggest action scene is trying to convince my last two friends to join me for drinks. literally, my family group chat has more chaos than any superhero battle, and not a single soul in there understands what it’s like to feel completely alone in a crowded room. honestly, I have hundreds of contacts on my phone, ...
it's 2am and i'm scrolling through yet another story of my friend getting a brand-new car while i still drive my childhood bicycle that barely has a working brake. watching her smile next to her flashy ride makes me wonder if we even exist in the same reality. am i the only one who daydreams about winning the lottery while making instant ramen for dinner? when did owning a house become a standard while i'm still figuring out how to keep my plants alive? every day it feels like everyone has their life on fast forward while i'm stuck on a loop of mundane, failing manifesting sessions that always leave me with nothing but fantasy playlists that nobody hears. do i even belong in a world where my biggest achievement is finally finishing a series?
it's 2am and i'm scrolling through yet another story of my friend getting a brand-new car while i still drive my childhood bicycle that barely has a working brake. watching her smile next to her flashy ride makes me wonder if we even exist in the same reality. am i the only one who daydreams about winning the lottery while making instant ramen for dinner? when did owning a house become a standard while i'm still figuring out how to keep my plants alive? every day it feels like everyone has their life on fast forward while i'm stuck on a loop of mundane, failing manifesting sessions that always leave me with nothing but fantasy playlists that nobody hears. do i even belong in a world where my biggest achievement is finally finishing a series?
you ever find yourself creating these elaborate scenarios in your head about going to an art exhibit? like, you’re there, and you literally bump into an old friend who asks how you’ve been. then it just spirals into you feeling this absurd sadness because you realize nobody’s ever going to just randomly pop back into your life like that. it’s like, how is it possible to feel so connected to someon...