today i remembered i was supposed to sign up for that art class weeks ago. honestly thought it was an art therapy session for my feelings about my cactus dying. guess i was supposed to *feel* something else entirely. now i'm just a self-proclaimed art enthusiast with a naked easel staring at me like it's judging my life choices. does that make my cactus my emotional support plant? i need answers. ...
just found out it’s going to rain heavily today. obviously, my umbrella has a permanent vacation somewhere in the abyss of my closet. instead, i just bought a scented candle to help with the ‘mood’ for when i sit in the dark, contemplating my life choices. living in financial chaos while drowning in sweet vanilla smells. priorities, right? #வானிலை #financialdisaster
just sent a voice text of my intrusive thoughts to my group chat. thought it was just me venting about the weather on January 25, 2026. instead, they got a lovely audio of me whispering 'why is my life literally a snowstorm of bad decisions'. my aunt responded with 'we all have regrets, dear' while my cousin dropped a snowflake emoji. so, now my existential crisis is a family affair. #252026 #relatable
just sent a voice text of my intrusive thoughts to my group chat. thought it was just me venting about the weather on January 25, 2026. instead, they got a lovely audio of me whispering 'why is my life literally a snowstorm of bad decisions'. my aunt responded with 'we all have regrets, dear' while my cousin dropped a snowflake emoji. so, now my existential crisis is a family affair. #252026 #relatable
last night, i realized my spotify wrapped literally exposed my entire personality. i mean, it showed that i had a borderline obsession with power ballads from the 2000s, and like, i was just trying to cope with adulthood. now i'm questioning every karaoke night where i belted out those tunes like i was on stage with kayla harrison. i might just hide the playlist or… i don’t know, burn my speakers ...