not gonna lie, I thought treating myself to something nice would make everything feel okay. I remember staring at my screen like it was going to change my life—did it? When the credit card bill came, I sat there in silence, hoping it was all a cruel joke. How can something that made me feel so good turn into such a reminder of everything I’m trying to escape? what’s the point of treating yourself ...
...and I just keep thinking—what if I had chosen a different hobby, something weird like... pottery? I imagine spending weekends surrounded by mud, transforming it into art, meeting people who love the craft. But then I snap back to reality, realizing I’d just be that person with a closet full of cracked mugs—only now I’d have lost the last chance to become a professional roller derby referee. I s...
no because I just accidentally liked a post from someone I don't even talk to. it was literally 47 weeks old. now I am literally in a spiraling panic, waiting for the awkward text or the confrontation that is definitely going to come. why does nobody warn you about this betrayal?
no because I just accidentally liked a post from someone I don't even talk to. it was literally 47 weeks old. now I am literally in a spiraling panic, waiting for the awkward text or the confrontation that is definitely going to come. why does nobody warn you about this betrayal?
literally looked at old photos today and thought, who is that person? is this growth or just losing pieces of myself? honestly, if that version of me walked by, would i even say hello? it's like each year strips away another layer of who i used to be. but is that evolution, or have i just become a stranger in my own skin?