it's three in the morning and i just realized i haven’t actually shared a laugh with anyone in weeks. my phone lights up with dozens of names—contacts that once buzzed with excitement but now feel like echoes of voices i can barely remember. i keep scrolling, half-expecting to find someone who knows that sometimes, it feels like loneliness is a new hobby—but when i reach the end of the list, i jus...
last night, i realized i gave my ALL to my indoor garden while my actual plants were just judging me from their little pots. like, i spent an hour talking to them like they were my best friends, offering heartfelt encouragement while completely ignoring the fact that they’re STILL dead. at this point, i’m basically their therapist and the only advice they ever get is “don’t give up, champ!” which,...
literally nobody warned me that adult life would come with a side of loneliness so deep it makes the word 'stranger' feel too personal—i scroll through a hundred contacts, yet when it gets quiet, there’s not a single voice on the other end who actually knows me; i think about all the friendships that faded into echoes of inside jokes and missed calls, and i realize i’ve spent years apologizing for my existence instead of really connecting, like some sad social experiment, only to find out i was both the test subject and the result—now i’m here, stuck with the weird realization that the silence in my heart is louder than the buzzing of notifications on my phone.
literally nobody warned me that adult life would come with a side of loneliness so deep it makes the word 'stranger' feel too personal—i scroll through a hundred contacts, yet when it gets quiet, there’s not a single voice on the other end who actually knows me; i think about all the friendships that faded into echoes of inside jokes and missed calls, and i realize i’ve spent years apologizing for my existence instead of really connecting, like some sad social experiment, only to find out i was both the test subject and the result—now i’m here, stuck with the weird realization that the silence in my heart is louder than the buzzing of notifications on my phone.
sometimes I think I’m just one missed rent payment away from calling my landlord my new life coach, then I scroll through LinkedIn and see former classmates landing their dream jobs, and all I can think is, “cool, I can still order a side of sadness with my microwave meal,” then the news about the Tenerife flights comes up, and honestly, their pilot’s last words were probably more uplifting than m...