day three of me staring at my phone like it holds the secrets of the universe. finally get a message that says "lol" like it’s a casual response to my existential crisis. honestly, i was about to draft a manifesto on my feelings, but now i’m just… staring blankly into the abyss wondering if “lol” is code for a poorly timed plot twist or if i should just—
yooo, just realized i kept sending invitations to a board game night for a friend who literally never replied after the third invite. the game is just me playing by myself now. the prize? an empty seat across the table. #redflags #foreveralone
i was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, convinced the light fixture was secretly judging my life choices. honestly, what would it take for it to stop glaring at me like it has all the answers? if only it knew that my biggest accomplishment today was changing into my pajamas before eight pm. i swear, the ghosts of poor decisions are making more noise than my neighbors at this point.
i was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, convinced the light fixture was secretly judging my life choices. honestly, what would it take for it to stop glaring at me like it has all the answers? if only it knew that my biggest accomplishment today was changing into my pajamas before eight pm. i swear, the ghosts of poor decisions are making more noise than my neighbors at this point.
do you ever just sit there, staring at your phone, wondering if you accidentally joined an exclusive club for people who leave conversations dangling? three days of silence and all I get is 'lol' like that is an acceptable response to my emotional monologue about my dream where I adopted a pet rock. the way my heart dropped into my stomach, thinking they might have fallen into a dark pit of despai...