ever check their social media even though you have a perfectly good paint collection that you never started and then spiral into a deep dark hole of watching every single video they’ve ever made while silently admitting you don’t even like their content, but now you know their pet's name and their favorite snack and how they organize their bookshelf by color, and suddenly you’re out here measuring...
im sitting here wide awake because my cat won’t stop trying to jump on my head. honestly, I’m about two seconds away from drafting a resignation letter to the cat, declaring that this home is a Taylor Swift era of chaos. I can’t stop rehearsing this imaginary conversation about my life decisions like they matter, while I pretend my bed is a concert stage. will I ever be free of this midnight dilem...
it's not that I am avoiding exercising, it's just I am waiting for a personal trainer to materialize from the universe and hand me a cheat code to getting fit. like, where's the intervention I manifested while binge-watching fitness documentaries at 3 AM? I just need the dramatic soundtrack and a sudden explosion of motivation to replace the existential dread I feel while eating snacks in my yoga pants.
it's not that I am avoiding exercising, it's just I am waiting for a personal trainer to materialize from the universe and hand me a cheat code to getting fit. like, where's the intervention I manifested while binge-watching fitness documentaries at 3 AM? I just need the dramatic soundtrack and a sudden explosion of motivation to replace the existential dread I feel while eating snacks in my yoga pants.
wait, my sibling borrowed money TWO years ago for a “really important” video game release. I’m still waiting for that to come out, but apparently, their love for retro titles is more important than repaying me. saw the latest celebrity meltdown on the news, and suddenly I’m screaming into a void about unpaid debts instead of their drama. like, could i get some of that chaos? #CelebrityMeltdownTheL...