just realized it’s lunar new year and here i am stuck at my desk—drafting and deleting messages like i'm trying to land a date with a crush, only to send a quick 'ok' at the last second because my lunch break ran out. meanwhile, everyone else is off celebrating with fireworks and family. it’s funny how the only thing i'm bringing to the party is a bunch of awkward texts and my unrelenting anxiety ...
why do i still cringe thinking about the time i mistook a random jacket for mine at a party? it's not even the embarrassing part. i wore that jacket for WEEKS until the real owner confronted me. suddenly, it felt like a wrestling match of social embarrassment, like the undertaker just put me in a chokehold. ten years later and i'm still out here worried about being *that* person, a chaotic mess ba...
not gonna lie, every time I see someone bragging about their fancy new car while I’m stuck on a bus, I feel like my heart sinks a little deeper. I still think about my ex, who was supposed to build a future with me, but here I am, still carrying my loans like luggage. everyone else is making moves, while I'm just making ends meet, wondering if I'll ever get out of this never-ending cycle of loneliness and disappointment. #QueenslandVsSouthAustralia #relatablepain
not gonna lie, every time I see someone bragging about their fancy new car while I’m stuck on a bus, I feel like my heart sinks a little deeper. I still think about my ex, who was supposed to build a future with me, but here I am, still carrying my loans like luggage. everyone else is making moves, while I'm just making ends meet, wondering if I'll ever get out of this never-ending cycle of loneliness and disappointment. #QueenslandVsSouthAustralia #relatablepain
...and I found those old texts—back when they actually put in effort. I read every sweet word and felt this rage bubble up inside me, like how could they go from trying so hard to… whatever this is now? Part of me dreams about just casually texting them and asking how it felt to give up—like, does it ever haunt them, or did they wipe me from their memory like a bad decision?