last night, i found myself staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, feeling like the floodwaters that just submerged that park in fordingbridge. it’s surreal how i can go days without a meaningful conversation. you’d think losing toxic family would open doors, but instead, it feels like i’m floating in this isolating sea of silence. people think breaking free is liberating, but it just exp...
ever feel like you’re the star of a romantic comedy where everything is a disaster? they said they needed space, and now im watching them post selfies with someone who’s... well, way better at smiling. the worst part? im scrolling through my camera roll, wondering if the twenty-five awkward photos of us fighting over pizza count as “memorable moments.” should i post my own with that weird mascot f...
it’s not that i don’t exist, it’s just that my friends became like those invisible ink tattoos, fading into something nobody really sees anymore. i keep scrolling through hundreds of names on my phone like it's a rejected cast list from a bad play. where's the backstage crew that helps you through the drama? instead, it's just me in this solo act, holding a box of expired cereal at 3am, asking why no one knows that’s my favorite snack. don't they know me at all? can someone just text back and tell me my personality wasn’t just a seasonal special that ran its course? maybe it's the city lights making everything feel dim. when did i become a ghost haunting the place where connections should’ve been? am i the only one too lost to even remember where i parked my feelings? #lonelyvibes #lostcon...
it’s not that i don’t exist, it’s just that my friends became like those invisible ink tattoos, fading into something nobody really sees anymore. i keep scrolling through hundreds of names on my phone like it's a rejected cast list from a bad play. where's the backstage crew that helps you through the drama? instead, it's just me in this solo act, holding a box of expired cereal at 3am, asking why no one knows that’s my favorite snack. don't they know me at all? can someone just text back and tell me my personality wasn’t just a seasonal special that ran its course? maybe it's the city lights making everything feel dim. when did i become a ghost haunting the place where connections should’ve been? am i the only one too lost to even remember where i parked my feelings? #lonelyvibes #lostcon...
i saw the lottery results today, and honestly, it made me think of that time i accidentally told my neighbor about my collection of creepy porcelain dolls. like, who does that? now every time i see them, all i can think about is their shocked expression and how i want to drown my embarrassment in a heap of cash. it’s like my biggest fear has a name, and it's staring at me while i water my hydrange...