ok but watching everyone flex their success while I'm over here debating whether to make ramen or instant noodles for dinner feels like a sick joke. I mean, I keep my funeral outfit ready because it feels like I'm burying my dreams each day. house payments, shiny new cars, meanwhile my biggest purchase was a water filter. can't help but laugh when people ask about my “goals.” maybe my goal is to m...
honestly, my entire life is like a character arc in a game that I’m just failing to level up in. I spent hours collecting gear for my virtual wardrobe, while my real closet is literally full of clothes that have been in the laundry for too long to wear out without shame. everybody thinks I’m just vibing online, but the truth is I scroll through outfit posts while literally recycling the same two h...
just realized everyone is posting about the 2026 winter olympics and i’m sitting here alone, like, binge-watching all my ex’s old videos while I stuff my face with expired cereal. literally, how did i get here? my life is just a series of dramatic breaks, and they’re out there living their best lives, while i’m trying to dodge the reality of the frozen dinner aisle. honestly, the only race i’m winning is the one to find the next crumb of my self-worth at the bottom of this bowl. #2026WinterOlympics #lostlove
just realized everyone is posting about the 2026 winter olympics and i’m sitting here alone, like, binge-watching all my ex’s old videos while I stuff my face with expired cereal. literally, how did i get here? my life is just a series of dramatic breaks, and they’re out there living their best lives, while i’m trying to dodge the reality of the frozen dinner aisle. honestly, the only race i’m winning is the one to find the next crumb of my self-worth at the bottom of this bowl. #2026WinterOlympics #lostlove
wait, so everyone’s all hyped about Jerry Rice giving advice to that football player—meanwhile, I’m stuck wondering if I chose the wrong degree to please my parents, and how I keep doing extra work at a job I don't even care about just to feel VALID—am I basically one bad decision away from an NFL career? like if a second round of mac and cheese ever showed up on my desk, I'd be that one foot away...