just looked at how much i have spent on forgotten subscriptions and decided to call it my monthly therapy fund. ironically, it could have funded my iPhone 18 splurge. but instead, my digital graveyard of unpaid trial periods is still haunting me at 3 a.m., and i am suddenly concerned for my online self. imagine waking up to a notification saying i bought a subscription to that cheese-of-the-month ...
it's not that i am bitter about my sibling borrowing money two years ago for "just a quick thing," it's just that i found the fifty dollars taped inside an old VHS of a movie they swore they "returned last week" and suddenly I’m wondering if that money bought the time capsule of lies instead of groceries.
wait, so I just sent a message to the group chat that was meant for my therapist, and now everyone knows about my FIVE-THOUSAND WORD PLAN to change my life through journaling and aromatherapy. like, great, now they all think I have a secret hobby of gathering essential oils when I really just wanted to tell my therapist about my overwhelming addiction to napping. cant even look at my phone without picturing them imagining me chanting mantras in my basement like some sort of incense-infused hermit.
wait, so I just sent a message to the group chat that was meant for my therapist, and now everyone knows about my FIVE-THOUSAND WORD PLAN to change my life through journaling and aromatherapy. like, great, now they all think I have a secret hobby of gathering essential oils when I really just wanted to tell my therapist about my overwhelming addiction to napping. cant even look at my phone without picturing them imagining me chanting mantras in my basement like some sort of incense-infused hermit.
just realized that the only time i remembered the sony open was the same day i was supposed to send my friend their birthday gift. literally been feeling guilty for weeks, like how did i forget a birthday when i remembered the names of every single golfer participating? now i’m just hoping they don’t remember that i flaked. honestly, is there even a trophy for worst friend of the year? #SonyOpen20...