so i finally decide to get organized and go to my closet to find a shirt, and what do i find? an ancient slice of pizza i thought i’d lost in the couch months ago. why is my life basically a weird scavenger hunt of lost food items, and why does everything feel like a sitcom where i’m the punchline?
sometimes i wonder if anyone noticed i stopped playing piano. the keys are still there but they just sit and collect dust and it feels like that was a lifetime ago, a different person.
so last week i accidentally replied all to a group chat meant for planning my friend's surprise birthday and ended up confessing my undying love for the cake instead of the actual plan and everyone thought it was a joke and like, i did NOT know how to backtrack that one.
so last week i accidentally replied all to a group chat meant for planning my friend's surprise birthday and ended up confessing my undying love for the cake instead of the actual plan and everyone thought it was a joke and like, i did NOT know how to backtrack that one.
sitting at this family gathering with the potato salad chef, who literally almost ruined my life, and it’s so bizarre because everyone is acting like it’s totally normal while i’m just here wishing someone would turn the lights off so i can disappear.