ever get that feeling like you’re surrounded by a crowd yet completely alone? like, the other night I looked at my phone, scrolling through hundreds of names, realizing no one would actually care if I vanished. and here I am, listening to the hype about England versus Scotland, thinking about rivalries while feeling like a stranger in my own life. I used to celebrate with friends, but now it’s jus...
I swear, I thought if I loaned my sibling money for that “life-changing” pottery class, I’d end up owning a cozy studio where people would sip wine while admiring my art. Turns out, I’m still waiting for my refund while they’ve created a stunning collection of… cat-shaped ashtrays. I just wanted to impress my friends with my sibling's success story. Now, I’m stuck in a universe where my hypothetic...
day 23 of compulsively reorganizing my bookshelf, and i just sent a text to my ex-colleague asking about a book recommendation i hate admitting i want to read. who do i think i am, fishing for their opinion while secretly hoping they reply with something brilliant so i can say "oh wow, that sounds great" instead of "thanks, but i already have an embarrassing stack of unread books"? am i just setting myself up to relive the cringe of my book club meltdown, or is this the start of an unlikely literary redemption arc?
day 23 of compulsively reorganizing my bookshelf, and i just sent a text to my ex-colleague asking about a book recommendation i hate admitting i want to read. who do i think i am, fishing for their opinion while secretly hoping they reply with something brilliant so i can say "oh wow, that sounds great" instead of "thanks, but i already have an embarrassing stack of unread books"? am i just setting myself up to relive the cringe of my book club meltdown, or is this the start of an unlikely literary redemption arc?
i was literally sitting alone at this coffee shop, scrolling through old photos—like, my heart literally stopped when i found one with them, and suddenly it hit me: i built my whole self around someone who is now just a memory. watching couples flirt over lattes, while i sip my overpriced coffee and remember how it felt to be the one who could light up a room, is just… exhausting. sometimes i thin...