funeral was weird. everyone acted normal like nothing happened but it hit me hard watching them hug and I just felt… invisible, like why am I here.
so im lying in bed at 2am because i suddenly remember that time in 2016 when i accidentally replied-all to a company-wide email inviting people to the “best-dressed” competition and sent a picture of me in a hot dog costume thinking it was my friend’s bday meme and now im pretty sure half the office thinks i have a condiment fetish or something and i can't stop imagining my future self explaining ...
sitting in a coffee shop today, i noticed how the table i always sat at feels like a stranger now, just an empty space where conversations used to happen. i kept scrolling through my contacts, wondering if there was someone, anyone, who might want to join me, but it just reminded me of the silence that followed after everything blew up.
sitting in a coffee shop today, i noticed how the table i always sat at feels like a stranger now, just an empty space where conversations used to happen. i kept scrolling through my contacts, wondering if there was someone, anyone, who might want to join me, but it just reminded me of the silence that followed after everything blew up.
so i tried to explain to someone why my favorite snack is a must-have during movie nights—like, it’s practically a ritual—and somehow ended up detailing the backstory of a k-drama that features a love triangle with time travel and they just stared at me like i grew a third eye or something and now i’m pretty sure they think i’m a weirdo who has a shrine to snack foods and imaginary lovers.