wait. my camera roll is a literal crime scene. there’s a full five-minute video of me playing air guitar in my living room, the neighbors are concerned, and i know they’re judging me. what they don’t know is that i have my whole tour set planned out in my head, complete with stage props, glitter cannons, and a ten-minute intermission where i definitely won't answer my own texts.
i just found out about that new marvel update and suddenly, my intense crush on the barista feels as REAL as spider man's secret identity. one minute, i’m imagining us swinging through the city together, the next, i remember she probably forgot my name. the truth? i wrote a whole script in my head of us together. we were in a rom-com, and then i realized… this might just be the plot twist of my li...
not gonna lie, i accidentally voice texted my inner monologue while trying to search for cake recipes. instead of “how to make a chocolate cake,” i ended up sending a message about how i would totally win an award for making the world’s best accidental custard disaster. is this why nobody invites me to their parties? because my brain thinks culinary chaos is a personality trait? now my phone thinks i’m a culinary disaster chef and honestly, it might be right.
not gonna lie, i accidentally voice texted my inner monologue while trying to search for cake recipes. instead of “how to make a chocolate cake,” i ended up sending a message about how i would totally win an award for making the world’s best accidental custard disaster. is this why nobody invites me to their parties? because my brain thinks culinary chaos is a personality trait? now my phone thinks i’m a culinary disaster chef and honestly, it might be right.
last night I caught myself Googling "who won the Melbourne Derby" like it’s the same thing as asking my parents how to cook rice. my entire existence is like playing a game where I keep losing to... myself? while everyone else is out here shouting “let's go Ren,” I’m still trying to figure out the difference between sta and ren while questioning all my life choices. should I be worried? am I just ...