day 3 of discovering my friends have a secret chat without me—i was sitting alone in my car watching that sad documentary about prathamesh kadam, reflecting on how they’re all vibing without me while i sob like a rejected character in a rom-com—realizing that i literally have no one to complain to about the lumpy sofa at my place—like who will appreciate my revolutionary couch advice? my invisible...
it's not that i care about your response. it’s just that after sending a carefully crafted breakup text that literally took four hours, all i got was 'ok'. i literally thought we had a plan to meet the octopus who apparently writes poetry in his free time. guess my vision board was all in vain.
it's not that i'm failing at life, it's just... my relatives compared me to my cousin who just moved to an island, where she apparently has a luxury villa and daily sunset yoga classes — meanwhile, i'm here contemplating whether it's normal to eat cereal for dinner... AGAIN. my life feels like a less glamorous episode of a reality show, and somehow all i'm manifesting is empty fridge vibes. # #existentialcrisis
it's not that i'm failing at life, it's just... my relatives compared me to my cousin who just moved to an island, where she apparently has a luxury villa and daily sunset yoga classes — meanwhile, i'm here contemplating whether it's normal to eat cereal for dinner... AGAIN. my life feels like a less glamorous episode of a reality show, and somehow all i'm manifesting is empty fridge vibes. # #existentialcrisis
literally made eye contact with a stranger at the grocery store. it was a moment, you know? in my head, we were already planning our life together and arguing about what color to paint the bedroom. then i heard the news about tax refunds, and now i just feel like i can’t afford to think that way. can someone really marry a stranger while simultaneously figuring out how to pay off all the overdue b...