day 32 of pretending i have it together. family gathering yesterday felt like an interrogation chamber. questions about my "next steps," while all i could think about was how jack eichel, with all his talent, probably never faces scrutiny like mine. mom keeps mentioning my cousin’s promotion like it’s some universal standard. meanwhile, i’m still stuck on this treadmill of expectations, running to...
wait, so I moved to this new city—left everything behind for someone who decided it was a cute idea to ghost me three months later. now I’m sitting here at a family gathering, everyone’s talking about their couples’ vacations and I’m just quietly shoving cake into my face, like—how did I build so much of myself around a person who clearly didn’t want to build anything back? it feels like a joke I ...
yooo, watched this news about lazio vs atalanta and suddenly felt a wave of jealousy for fictional characters dating my celebrity crush, which is dumb, right? but here i am scrolling through my phone, hundreds of contacts just numbers and faces, while no one really sees me anymore. it’s like i care more about a narrative in a series than the connections i used to treasure. sometimes i wish i could just rewrite my own story. then again, who would i even cast as my supporting characters? #LazioVsAtalanta #existentialcrisis
yooo, watched this news about lazio vs atalanta and suddenly felt a wave of jealousy for fictional characters dating my celebrity crush, which is dumb, right? but here i am scrolling through my phone, hundreds of contacts just numbers and faces, while no one really sees me anymore. it’s like i care more about a narrative in a series than the connections i used to treasure. sometimes i wish i could just rewrite my own story. then again, who would i even cast as my supporting characters? #LazioVsAtalanta #existentialcrisis
so the Real Madrid match last night had me reflecting on my own life choices, ya know? I’m sitting there screaming at the TV, but deep down, I’m really just jealous of these players living their best lives while I’m stuck figuring out how to pay rent and still order takeout. if only my goals were as easy to hit as Vinicius's penalty kicks. now I’m not saying I would trade my whole existence for a ...