wait, just accidentally liked a photo from 47 weeks ago and suddenly i’m questioning every life choice that led me here. like, i’m not even sure if i should unfollow them or send an apology card for invading their digital timeline. my phone might as well have turned into a confessional booth with this one. at least it wasn’t during a dramatic VJ Parvathy episode. what if they saw it and now think ...
wait. i poured my heart into a breakup text and their response was just “ok”? honestly, how do you reply with an "ok" when the last thing i wrote was practically an emotional dissertation? it feels like the time i cheered for Vanderbilt basketball in a room full of Gamecock fans—literally zero support. now i’m here alone with my dramatic thoughts, questioning my choices, and just wondering if i sh...
yooo, saw the news about Benfica vs Estoril Praia, and it hit me deep—like that friend from childhood who acts like you don’t exist now. I thought we were riding bikes together forever, not pretending we never crossed paths while avoiding eye contact in public. Was I just a phase, or am I about to manifest an entire drama series where I cry about our lost friendship over the game highlights? #BenficaVsEstorilPraia #ChildhoodTrauma
yooo, saw the news about Benfica vs Estoril Praia, and it hit me deep—like that friend from childhood who acts like you don’t exist now. I thought we were riding bikes together forever, not pretending we never crossed paths while avoiding eye contact in public. Was I just a phase, or am I about to manifest an entire drama series where I cry about our lost friendship over the game highlights? #BenficaVsEstorilPraia #ChildhoodTrauma
it's not that my 'best friend' only texts when they need something — it's just that I find it weirdly relatable. kind of like watching Gabriel Magalhães accidentally hand over the ball, and you’re left feeling bad but also, yeah, I know that pain. I text them for emotional support, and they respond to say “can you help me move?” like, do I even get to break a glass or what? anyways, now I’m organi...