ever find yourself clinging to a shadow of a friendship, convinced its just a rough patch, but deep down you know it’s already buried? i keep telling myself i’ll just shoot one more text, like a dog barking at an empty park, only to realize it’s just me talking to my own reflection. all the pieces of me that were crafted around them are left scattered like confetti, and as i watch everyone pair of...
literally every time i see people sharing their gourmet cooking photos online, i just nod and pretend like they’re not getting takeout four times a week. honestly, behind the polished plates is a dumpster fire of a kitchen that hasn’t seen a vegetable since last year. nobody talks about the guilt of living for the ‘gram while surviving on microwave meals. you know, we all just agree it’s “artistic...
last night, i stood in front of my closet, looking at all the clothes i bought for a life i thought i wanted. i thought it was all so chic and adult. then it hit me: none of this makes me happy. i realize now that i spend more time selecting the “perfect” outfit than actually enjoying anything i wear. so here i am, fully dressed and feeling emptier than a thrift store clearance rack.
last night, i stood in front of my closet, looking at all the clothes i bought for a life i thought i wanted. i thought it was all so chic and adult. then it hit me: none of this makes me happy. i realize now that i spend more time selecting the “perfect” outfit than actually enjoying anything i wear. so here i am, fully dressed and feeling emptier than a thrift store clearance rack.
not gonna lie, I forgave them in front of everyone like it was no big deal. but deep down, I know I’ll never trust them again. it's like putting on a show and pretending the curtain doesn't hide the mess backstage. every time I see them, all I can think is, "I just hope you trip and fall into your own drama, you genius." it’s wild how you can act like everything's fine while your brain's crafting ...