it's not that i can't handle my feelings. it's just that i convinced myself that the cute barista at the cafe was secretly pining for me while i drowned in my own longing for someone who still has their ex in their back pocket. then the ICC Men's T20 buzz starts and i'm on a 2-hour date that spiraled into realizing my "soulmate" was on a break... a break that never ended. can i pick a team to supp...
did you ever look at someone and realize you’ve been the problem all along? i thought i was the nice one, always smiling, always helpful, but then the last job fell apart and the feedback was brutal. it hit me: my constant need to please made me overlook everything that mattered. i look in the mirror now and feel like a stranger. maybe i’m not just the supportive friend. maybe i’m the storm that w...
bruh, so I just realized I might have a hundred contacts in my phone, but when I needed someone to tell me the universe is gonna be okay, there’s no one to call. I sent a risky text, you know the kind, and now I’m staring at those three dots like they hold the answers to all my existential crises. Like, is there a support group for people whose best friends turned into weird acquaintances? I imagine inviting strangers over for brunch someday, all of us laughing awkwardly while I’m low-key considering the names for my imaginary kids, who’ll have more depth than the people I’ve met in years.
bruh, so I just realized I might have a hundred contacts in my phone, but when I needed someone to tell me the universe is gonna be okay, there’s no one to call. I sent a risky text, you know the kind, and now I’m staring at those three dots like they hold the answers to all my existential crises. Like, is there a support group for people whose best friends turned into weird acquaintances? I imagine inviting strangers over for brunch someday, all of us laughing awkwardly while I’m low-key considering the names for my imaginary kids, who’ll have more depth than the people I’ve met in years.
ever just tell someone you can’t go out because you have a “thing” when really you just spent all your money on limited-edition dinosaur socks and a small army of houseplants? like, what kind of “thing” do I even mean? I was imagining myself in a luxurious bubble bath, sipping fancy drinks, while truly I’m just staring at my fridge wondering if condiments count as a meal. honestly, I know I should...