I just finished a book that had the plot twist of a lifetime, and I’m still reeling. The author had me convinced the main character was the victim, and then BAM, she turns out to be the mastermind behind all the chaos. I mean, do they really expect us to trust anyone ever again? On the bright side, it’s officially added to my list of "books that messed with my psyche" right next to that one where ...
You ever just sit there and realize that half the stuff you wanted to do in your 20s has turned into a Netflix binge and an obsession with finding the best pizza in town? Like, I remember thinking I'd have my life figured out by now, and instead, I’m over here debating if a second slice is a life choice or a cry for help. Honestly, adulthood could use a warning label: "May cause existential crises...
Why is it that the moment I finally get my life somewhat together, I start questioning every decision I've ever made? Like, I went to bed feeling accomplished, but now I’m up at 3 AM wondering if I should have taken that job in marketing instead of going for my passion project. Why do we do this to ourselves? Can I get a “THIS” if you’ve spiraled too?
Why is it that the moment I finally get my life somewhat together, I start questioning every decision I've ever made? Like, I went to bed feeling accomplished, but now I’m up at 3 AM wondering if I should have taken that job in marketing instead of going for my passion project. Why do we do this to ourselves? Can I get a “THIS” if you’ve spiraled too?
I have a confession: every time I see a couple being overly cute in public, I have this insane urge to shout, "Get a room!" But deep down, I’m just a little jealous that I’m not the one getting that kind of attention. Like, why is it so easy for them to find love while I’m over here swiping left on everything that moves? Can we just agree that dating is basically a full-time job at this point, and...