honestly, waiting for a text back is basically a mini horror movie. so I waited like 20 whole minutes, heart racing, then finally get a reply that just says “ok.” like, did I just go through a rollercoaster of emotions for an “ok”? anyways, now I’m just here contemplating life choices while staring at my half-finished puzzle of a cat wearing a sombrero…
can we just talk about how my landlord raised the rent—like, seriously??—what am I supposed to do with that? start a GoFundMe for my living expenses? I guess I could just live in my car but that feels like a step too far, right? why does adulting have to be such a mood?
ngl, my phone battery died right when I was about to text my friend to bail me out of this super awkward party—like, who even throws a gathering on a Tuesday? now I'm just sitting here pretending to enjoy this small talk with someone who keeps talking about their cat’s diet.
ngl, my phone battery died right when I was about to text my friend to bail me out of this super awkward party—like, who even throws a gathering on a Tuesday? now I'm just sitting here pretending to enjoy this small talk with someone who keeps talking about their cat’s diet.
wait—so I just caught myself saying “love is patient” like my mom always did when she tried to give me advice about dating. like, is that supposed to make me feel better? honestly, I get that love takes time, but why does it feel like I’m just waiting around forever? ugh—why do I keep signing up for this emotional rollercoaster knowing I’ll probably just end up heartbroken again?