so my friend group chose sides in this ridiculous argument about whether pineapple belongs on pizza, and I ended up being the only one who likes it both ways. like, I didn’t realize I’d be voted off the island for wanting to try both toppings at a party. it’s weird how a cheesy food debate can turn you into an outsider, you know? but hey, at least my taste buds are thriving while everyone else tak...
bruh, so I texted this cute barista three times and now I’m considering just faking my own death to avoid the embarrassment. like, do they really expect me to act normal after triple texting? did I mistake “thank you” for “let’s start a romance”? -- is that why I'm struggling with adulting? I can't decide if I’m hopelessly optimistic or just wildly delusional. #Btn #Cringe
everyone thinks they know what "success" looks like. at family gatherings, they gaze at me with those judgmental eyes, comparing me to my cousin who just bought a house at thirty. like, sorry, i didn’t mean to ruin your perfect family timeline by just...existing. you know, i got a text from my mom asking if i was ever going to settle down, right after i finally told her i was happily living alone with a stack of old takeout menus. can’t a person thrive on mediocre delivery choices without the guilt?
everyone thinks they know what "success" looks like. at family gatherings, they gaze at me with those judgmental eyes, comparing me to my cousin who just bought a house at thirty. like, sorry, i didn’t mean to ruin your perfect family timeline by just...existing. you know, i got a text from my mom asking if i was ever going to settle down, right after i finally told her i was happily living alone with a stack of old takeout menus. can’t a person thrive on mediocre delivery choices without the guilt?
i watched the ac milan highlights last night, feeling a strange mix of envy and sadness. it reminded me of when i could afford a subscription to sports channels—now i'm pretending my phone is broken because i can’t justify the cost. meanwhile, people talk about my “success” as if i’m not dodging bill collectors and rationing meals. at this point, i’m just trying to survive, wishing i could celebra...