i accidentally sent a text meant for my therapist to my neighbor. it was supposed to be a private admission about how i keep watching this influencer's life and feeling utterly insignificant. now i can’t even face them at the mailbox, imagining what they must think of me, someone who cares way too much about people they’ve never met, like... what am i doing?
i was scrolling and saw the news about harvey barnes, and it hit me. like, literally, i changed everything about myself for a person who wanted me to be someone else, and now i’m sitting here wondering why they still weren’t satisfied. my life feels like it's in a constant loop of me reshaping myself into what others want, like, why? i literally feel like a walking self-help guide gone wrong. am i...
honestly, I was feeling myself, so I posted my "expert analysis" on the Premier League standings thinking I was a sports guru. then, I saw the screenshot. it was sent to the one person I specifically tried to impress, and now they know I literally mixed up two teams. I was convinced I was the next big sports commentator, and now I'm just the punchline of a private group chat. what hurts more is that I'm still debating if I should respond with "this was all part of the plan" or just accept that I can't show my face again until the next season starts. # #cringeworthytake
honestly, I was feeling myself, so I posted my "expert analysis" on the Premier League standings thinking I was a sports guru. then, I saw the screenshot. it was sent to the one person I specifically tried to impress, and now they know I literally mixed up two teams. I was convinced I was the next big sports commentator, and now I'm just the punchline of a private group chat. what hurts more is that I'm still debating if I should respond with "this was all part of the plan" or just accept that I can't show my face again until the next season starts. # #cringeworthytake
i found out that supporting my team meant putting my whole life on hold. friends are throwing parties while i'm stuck with Netflix and an expired coupon book, counting coins like it’s a treasure hunt. honestly, my inner monologue sounds like “can i really afford that outfit?” as if they care that my personal goal is just to not be broke next month. while the football drama plays out, i'm on the si...