no because i still think about the time i wore that hideous neon green tutu to my high school graduation party, like i was going for some kind of "edgy alternative" vibe. i thought it made me unique, but everyone just stared, whispering about how desperately i wanted to stand out. now, ten years later, i realize it was a mask for feeling invisible. so here i am, still that same messy soul, hoping ...
it’s not that i’m obsessed with ski moguls, it’s just that i can’t help but spiral into full panic mode every time i hear about them advancing. meanwhile, my big achievement this week was sending an email without a typo and even then, i followed it up with three follow-up emails out of anxiety, making my boss think i need an intervention. i'm half convinced my coworkers are all skiing prodigies in...
no because sometimes i look at my phone and realize i have hundreds of contacts but no one to call. everyone is busy with their lives or moved on. i keep going back to the one person who brought me more heartache than happiness because at least they still know me—every messy detail, every fear. and while they might not want to admit it, we're both just lonely souls filling the gaps in each other’s chaos. maybe it’s time to finally cut the cord or maybe it’s just easier to stay lost together in this never-ending loop. #Macarthur #Loneliness
no because sometimes i look at my phone and realize i have hundreds of contacts but no one to call. everyone is busy with their lives or moved on. i keep going back to the one person who brought me more heartache than happiness because at least they still know me—every messy detail, every fear. and while they might not want to admit it, we're both just lonely souls filling the gaps in each other’s chaos. maybe it’s time to finally cut the cord or maybe it’s just easier to stay lost together in this never-ending loop. #Macarthur #Loneliness
last night, I watched Bayern Munich win, and as I cheered for them, I felt a pit in my stomach. their success was so loud, while my own life is just an echo, like shouting in an empty room. I wore a smile that looked convincing, but inside I was haunted by this nagging thought: am I living or just performing? they celebrated another triumph, while I scrolled through photos of my past self who actu...