it's not that I’m scared of mentoring someone. it's just... I barely know how to keep my own life together. so now, I’m expected to share my wisdom like I'm some sort of expert? last week, I accidentally gave a “life tip” based on a meme. turns out, that doesn’t help with existential dread. I think I might have just sent them down a dark path—like, is it too late to call myself their *mentor* or.....
not gonna lie, my mom asked when I’m having kids again and I had to remind her I still can’t keep a houseplant alive. like, literally, it’s been a week and my cactus is looking a little suspect. I think if I had a kid, I’d just end up googling “do you feed babies sunlight or water?” every day.
not gonna lie, i’ve been wearing the same mismatched socks for three weeks straight. it started as a quirky rebellion against the laundry, and now i’m halfway to believing they're some sort of good luck charm. at this point, my neighbors think i'm some kind of sock-wearing witch and last week a pigeon tried to mate with my foot. i’m not sure whether to wash them or start charging rent.
not gonna lie, i’ve been wearing the same mismatched socks for three weeks straight. it started as a quirky rebellion against the laundry, and now i’m halfway to believing they're some sort of good luck charm. at this point, my neighbors think i'm some kind of sock-wearing witch and last week a pigeon tried to mate with my foot. i’m not sure whether to wash them or start charging rent.
it's not that i’m concerned about my camera roll, it’s just that my latest screenshots include elaborate CUET preparation charts mixed with my overly dramatic reactions to last week's romantic disaster. I could explain the charts to a court, but the facepalm selfies with “why am I like this” written across them? yeah, those might not hold up under cross-examination. at this point, if admissions to...