it's 3am and my notes app is filled with half-formed dreams. i jot down how one day, i’ll be the one splurging on luxurious things like Hardik Pandya, living my best life, while right now, i'm just avoiding another overdraft. everyone assumes i’m doing fine, and i play my part like an award-winning actor, while i silently scroll and think how wild it is that a tattoo could spark happiness, because...
wait, so I just found out that some people literally vote and think it means anything at all. I haven’t felt that hopeful since I got kicked out of that student council I never wanted to be in. honestly, it’s wild watching people think their voices matter when I’m stuck in this job, scared to speak up for anything. it’s like a constant reminder that the choices I made—staying quiet, playing it saf...
yooo, so I accidentally voice texted my intrusive thoughts during dinner with my family—like, "I am not Hilary Duff. I will never be as successful or cool." - the look on my mom's face was a mix of confusion and concern. Now every family gathering feels like an interrogation, with everyone comparing my life to my overachieving cousin. - it’s like, sorry for being the 'disappointment' - should I just enroll in singing lessons or something? #HilaryDuff #familypressure
yooo, so I accidentally voice texted my intrusive thoughts during dinner with my family—like, "I am not Hilary Duff. I will never be as successful or cool." - the look on my mom's face was a mix of confusion and concern. Now every family gathering feels like an interrogation, with everyone comparing my life to my overachieving cousin. - it’s like, sorry for being the 'disappointment' - should I just enroll in singing lessons or something? #HilaryDuff #familypressure
no because i always defended them. always stood up for their weirdness like it was my own. then to find out they were in corners whispering my name. the ultimate betrayal, right? i still feel like a fool, but somehow it feels comforting, like being the punchline to a joke no one else got.