it’s three AM and I just realized I've been living life like the Atlanta Hawks in the playoffs. everyone thinks I’m making strategic moves, but deep down I’m just confused about how to even shoot. yesterday, I stood up to give a presentation at work, completely blanked, and my boss stared at me like I was trying to call a timeout during a commercial break. I might be my own worst enemy, like rooti...
yooo, I literally just liked a post from a random influencer about their skincare routine while deep-stalking their ten-step regimen. immediately panicked and thought, "what if they think I’m trying to copy them?" like, no one is trying to become that level of popular over moisturizer, you know? it’s not even working for my dry skin! honestly, maybe I should just focus on my own life—except my bos...
ok but watching Marcus Rashford score makes me realize I spend my weekends screaming at the TV while folding laundry, missing the freedom to yell at the actual game. here I am wishing for a free kick in life, but my only shot is at the pile of dishes I’ve ignored for a week, so basically I’m the goalpost—deflecting my hopes like they’re bad soccer shots. #MarcusRashford #adulting
ok but watching Marcus Rashford score makes me realize I spend my weekends screaming at the TV while folding laundry, missing the freedom to yell at the actual game. here I am wishing for a free kick in life, but my only shot is at the pile of dishes I’ve ignored for a week, so basically I’m the goalpost—deflecting my hopes like they’re bad soccer shots. #MarcusRashford #adulting
last night, I literally spent an hour composing an email to myself about justin bieber’s upcoming Grammy performance, imagining how I’d celebrate with champagne made from my dwindling savings, while glancing at my bills piled up like trophies of failure. honestly, it felt like I was making a plan to finance my dreams with wishful thinking while remembering I can't even afford a coffee anymore. but...