saw the news about those two and thought about how i gave my heart to someone who just ghosted me like i was the last crumb of bread on a low-carb diet. so i stood in my living room, staring at the vacuum like it was an ex, and whispered “i miss you” while vacuuming up the crumbs of my crushed dreams. then i tripped over the couch and made direct eye contact with the lamp, which was oddly reassuri...
so, my colleague totally saw me googling "flosports entry list for Tucson Speedway" while they were behind me in the break room — now we both just pretend that never happened. like, what are we even doing, I’ve seen my search history more than I've seen my dreams come true. who would want to find out that i obsess over things like fast cars while struggling to keep my own life in the slow lane? #F...
no because I just found old texts from when I tried to convince myself I liked pumpkin spice muffins, like what even was I thinking? Did I actually believe adding whipped cream would change the flavor? Now I am questioning every food choice I’ve ever made. Do I even know my own taste buds? I mean, can I truly trust myself after that phase?
no because I just found old texts from when I tried to convince myself I liked pumpkin spice muffins, like what even was I thinking? Did I actually believe adding whipped cream would change the flavor? Now I am questioning every food choice I’ve ever made. Do I even know my own taste buds? I mean, can I truly trust myself after that phase?
just did the math on how much time i waste stressing over a cricket match that doesn’t even involve me. like, i found myself actually googling "u19 player stats" while forgetting my own life stats like “that time i accidentally gave my pizza to a stranger because i thought they were my friend.” it's wild how I could spend those hours on basically anything else, yet here i am—picturing the sad real...