i just read about the whole Epstein mess. meanwhile, i’m sitting here with a list of acquaintances instead of friends. i post a perfect smile on social media, but really, i just scroll through a million likes from people who couldn’t tell you my favorite food. i laughed at people’s drama for being caught in a web of their own making. but honestly, don’t we all feel trapped in something, hoping som...
it's not that i have a subscription problem… it's just that when i got my last bank statement, i realized i had been unknowingly supporting an entire farming simulator and a bird watching app. i never even planted a pixelated crop or spotted a rare parakeet, but there i was, $200 deep into an adventure of literally nothing. and then i started wondering if my life choices reflected a deeper existen...
bruh, family gatherings feel like a game show where I’m the contestant who always gets compared to my ex, the "one that got away" — like my mom just pulled out a slideshow of our vacations while my current partner stands there awkwardly, wondering if they need to update their resume. it’s so intense I almost asked my uncle to do a PowerPoint on my relationship struggles, like, literally, who knew “so when are you getting married?” was a question that could haunt you through mashed potatoes and awkward glances? I even tried bringing my partner a sweater my ex left behind, you know, to kind of - um - smooth things over, but my dad just looked at it like it was evidence in a trial. I think the real problem here is that family love feels like a high-stakes reality show where the prize is every...
bruh, family gatherings feel like a game show where I’m the contestant who always gets compared to my ex, the "one that got away" — like my mom just pulled out a slideshow of our vacations while my current partner stands there awkwardly, wondering if they need to update their resume. it’s so intense I almost asked my uncle to do a PowerPoint on my relationship struggles, like, literally, who knew “so when are you getting married?” was a question that could haunt you through mashed potatoes and awkward glances? I even tried bringing my partner a sweater my ex left behind, you know, to kind of - um - smooth things over, but my dad just looked at it like it was evidence in a trial. I think the real problem here is that family love feels like a high-stakes reality show where the prize is every...
bruh, sometimes I scroll through social media and it's like everyone is collecting trophies for life achievements while I'm over here Googling "how to microwave a frozen pizza without it exploding." My friends are posting about their fancy cars and multi-story houses like they’re some kind of lifestyle Instagram filters—while I can’t remember the last time I celebrated getting out of my pajamas be...