you know it’s a real party when the abuser shows up with potato salad, and you have to pretend their mayo and dill combo is gourmet while thinking how the only thing that really needs to be served is justice. family smiles and small talk while you’re silently plotting the perfect escape route that involves not looking anyone in the eye, like an awkward heist movie.
just spent all day cleaning my apartment because it felt messy and cluttered, but then realized i just ended up organizing the same four boxes over and over while my friends are all getting promotions and vacations and i'm just here with a pile of socks in the corner.
was in line at the grocery store and saw a sign for some fancy cheese but then realized i only had enough for the basic stuff, felt so silly standing there pretending to browse while the cart was just basic bread and cheap eggs, why am i even doing this, that cheese looked so good but i cant even afford to splurge on a treat
was in line at the grocery store and saw a sign for some fancy cheese but then realized i only had enough for the basic stuff, felt so silly standing there pretending to browse while the cart was just basic bread and cheap eggs, why am i even doing this, that cheese looked so good but i cant even afford to splurge on a treat
i literally just stood in the kitchen for ten minutes staring at an empty shelf that used to have all my cookbooks, now that my ex moved out, and the silence felt so loud that i forgot how to remember what it was like to open a page and actually cook something good, just nothing feels real anymore.