kinda ironic how i used to be the life of the party. now i scroll through my contacts, hoping someone would reach out, but it’s just names and faces that feel like ghosts. it’s been ages since anyone really checked in, yet every wedding video makes me feel like a spectator in my own life. ya, i may have contacts, but no one knows the real me anymore. i guess my biggest risk these days is deciding ...
saw the entry list for the Bathurst 12 Hour. felt the familiar pang of longing for a group I used to be a part of, who bonded over racing games and long conversations about nothing. now, it's just me and my thoughts while scrolling aimlessly through forums, where everyone else has moved on, finding joy in their lives that doesn’t include me. sometimes I catch myself missing those connections, only...
no because when they announced Guns N’ Roses is headlining that concert, i couldn't help but think about all the times i had to skip events because i was broke. people think i’m doing okay. like i have my life together. but inside, i feel like i'm living in a borrowed jacket—just trying to look warm enough for the world. not even sure i can afford the gas to get there, let alone the tickets. do i tell people i’m one "emergency" away from drowning? i guess that’s just my little secret. #BpAdelaideGrandFinal #FinancialPretender
no because when they announced Guns N’ Roses is headlining that concert, i couldn't help but think about all the times i had to skip events because i was broke. people think i’m doing okay. like i have my life together. but inside, i feel like i'm living in a borrowed jacket—just trying to look warm enough for the world. not even sure i can afford the gas to get there, let alone the tickets. do i tell people i’m one "emergency" away from drowning? i guess that’s just my little secret. #BpAdelaideGrandFinal #FinancialPretender
ever think about how you kinda ruined someone’s favorite book for them when you were like twelve? like, i made fun of their taste so hard in class, i literally remember the look on their face. now i wonder if they still think of me when they open those pages or if they just wanna pretend i never existed. that's some haunting stuff, knowing you may have taken a piece of joy from someone, even if it...