last night, i stood in front of my closet, looking at all the clothes i bought for a life i thought i wanted. i thought it was all so chic and adult. then it hit me: none of this makes me happy. i realize now that i spend more time selecting the “perfect” outfit than actually enjoying anything i wear. so here i am, fully dressed and feeling emptier than a thrift store clearance rack.
not gonna lie, I forgave them in front of everyone like it was no big deal. but deep down, I know I’ll never trust them again. it's like putting on a show and pretending the curtain doesn't hide the mess backstage. every time I see them, all I can think is, "I just hope you trip and fall into your own drama, you genius." it’s wild how you can act like everything's fine while your brain's crafting ...
just realized, the reason my houseplants are dying isn’t because of my lack of nurturing. it’s because i told my roommate i had a black thumb to cover up my shame. while secretly i was overwatering the cacti, convinced they would blossom and explode in life. now i'm trapped in a web of guilt because he thinks i'm the plant expert while these poor things are screaming for help. SO, technically, they are my silent accomplices. to make matters worse, now he wants to have a “plants of the month” club, and i’m like, sorry bud, but we’re more like “how not to kill your succulents” support group over here. the irony, i can literally hear them plotting against me as we speak.
just realized, the reason my houseplants are dying isn’t because of my lack of nurturing. it’s because i told my roommate i had a black thumb to cover up my shame. while secretly i was overwatering the cacti, convinced they would blossom and explode in life. now i'm trapped in a web of guilt because he thinks i'm the plant expert while these poor things are screaming for help. SO, technically, they are my silent accomplices. to make matters worse, now he wants to have a “plants of the month” club, and i’m like, sorry bud, but we’re more like “how not to kill your succulents” support group over here. the irony, i can literally hear them plotting against me as we speak.
my cousin just got a promotion and suddenly my parents think I should be the next Derek Carr, launching myself into a career I don’t even want, meanwhile, I’m sitting here feeling like a backup quarterback just trying to figure out my life. I swear family dinners are more of an audition than a gathering, and every time they start comparing me to my siblings, I’m pretty sure I forget how to breathe...